“Thank you,” she said quietly, looking up at him with heavy lids. She frowned and touched the space between his brows with her finger, tracing his cheek, ending at the corner of his lips. “You’re angry.”
It took everything inside him to remain where he was, to not lean into her touch, to not press his lips to hers. If he kissed her, he would not stop.
After a moment, her hand fell away, and she closed her eyes.
“Persephone,” she said.
“What?”
“I want to be called Persephone. Not lady.”
Another faint smile touched his lips. Lady was a title she would have to get used to; he had ordered his staff to address her as such.
“Rest,” he said instead. “I will be here when you wake.”
He sensed her breath evening, and when he was sure she was asleep, he teleported back to the Styx, appearing on the bank of the river. His magic flared, a combination of the anger and lust and fear.
“Bring me those who smell of Persephone’s blood!” he commanded, and as he lifted his arms, four of the dead burst forth from the Styx, the water rushing after them like the tail of a comet. The corpses shrieked, sounding and appearing more like monsters than the bodies of once flesh-and-blood mortals. “You have tasted the blood of my queen and therefore shall cease existing.”
As he closed his fists, the wailing increased to an almost impossible shrill, and the corpses turned to dust that was swept away into the mountains of Tartarus.
In the aftermath, Hades’ ears rang and his breathing was harsh, but the release was euphoric.
Behind him, he heard Hermes’ familiar chuckle. He whirled to face the God of Mischief.
“I knew you would return,” he said. He nodded toward the mountains of Tartarus. “Feeling better?”
“No. Why are you still here?”
“So rude. You have yet to thank me for saving your…what should we call her? Lover?”
“She is not my lover,” Hades snapped.
Hermes was unamused, raising a pale brow.
“So you just threw me halfway across your realm for nothing?”
“It’s a sport,” he replied.
“Have your fun, and I’ll have mine.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Hermes might be the messenger of the gods, but he was also trickery and mischief. He liked fuckery, and he had been responsible for many battles between gods.
“Only that I will enjoy watching your balls get bluer by the hour.”
Hades offered a small smile, and after a beat, he looked at Hermes.
“Thank you, Hermes, for saving Persephone.”
He vanished before the god could grin.
CHAPTER X – MIND GAMES
Hades sat in a chair before his fireplace, drinking and watching Persephone sleep. The slow rise and fall of her body as she breathed soothed his nerves. His head swarmed with the events of the last few days—discovering his connection with the beautiful goddess, their subsequent bargain, her anger toward him for merely being the God of the Dead.
She might hate him, but she had let him get close to her today, and he was not sure he would ever be the same. He had hoped to maintain a modicum of control over this situation the Fates had woven for him, but he felt like he was losing that battle each time he looked at the woman in his bed.
He had lost his composure twice in the span of an hour—first with Hermes, and then with the dead in the river—because this goddess was curious, because seeing her bleed had ignited rage in him so hot, he’d had no other place to expel it except at those who had injured her.
Perhaps you should meditate, he heard Hecate’s voice echoing in his head.
“Fuck meditation,” he said aloud.
Then Persephone stirred, and he stilled. She sat up quickly and then paused to close her eyes.
Dizzy, he thought, frowning.
When she opened her eyes again, they were bottle-green and seemed to glow like pale light streaming through a muted window. She stared at him with those eyes for what seemed like an eternity. His body tensed beneath her gaze, his grip tightened around his glass, and the fingers of his other hand pressed into the supple leather of his chair. His cock grew hard, pinned against his leg and trousers.
“How long have I been here?” she asked. Her voice was husky, and he wanted to groan. Instead, he managed a one-word reply.
“Hours.”
Her eyes grew wide. “What time is it?”
He shrugged because he did not know. “Late.”
“I have to go.”
Hades expected her to be angry or react with a sense of hysteria, but she didn’t. She just sat