lecture you. I came to see if you were okay.”
“Why come at all? Antoni would have told you.”
“I had to,” he said, and looked away, setting his jaw. “I had to see you myself.”
She could feel what he didn’t say. The emotions that swelled between them were heavy with desperation and fear, but why wasn’t he saying that?
“Hades, I—” She took a step toward him. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say. Maybe, I’m sorry? Those words didn’t quite seem like enough, though, and she didn’t have a chance to figure it out before Hades spoke.
“I should go. I’m late for a meeting.”
He vanished, and Persephone exhaled, leaning against her door for support, her body suddenly felt heavy and torturous thoughts rolled through her head.
He couldn’t get away from you fast enough, she thought.
Sadness curled into her chest, aching and hot. She made her way into the shower and stood under the hot spray until it was ice cold. After, she climbed into bed.
She missed Hades.
His comfort.
His conversation.
His touch.
His teasing.
His passion.
She missed everything about him.
She groaned and rolled onto her side.
Funny, she could hear Lexa’s voice in her head. Why didn’t you just ask him to stay?
He didn’t give me the chance. He was busy, anyway.
Did you even try to stop him?
No.
They’d already been arguing. What would they have done if he’d stayed?
Had really hot makeup sex, Lexa commented in her head.
She managed to smile, despite the tears that pricked her eyes. For a moment, her thoughts spiraled. How had she gotten here? She’d severed her relationship with her mother, ended a bargain with Hades just to jump into another with Apollo. Her best friend was in the hospital, her future still uncertain, and she hadn’t really liked her job since Demetri’s ultimatum.
What the fuck are you doing, Persephone? she whispered aloud.
Your best, she heard Lexa reply before she fell into a deep sleep.
***
With no update on Lexa from her mother, Persephone headed straight to work. Antoni came to a stop in front of the Acropolis, glancing in the rearview mirror.
“Would you like me to escort you?”
She was looking out the window when he spoke, and his voice filled her with dread. Not because he was asking to escort her, but because she had to get out of the car.
She’d been trying her hardest to embrace the screaming crowd, but today, she didn’t feel like faking it.
She was sad.
She looked at the ogre. “No, but thank you, Antoni.”
Persephone left the Lexus, entering the throng of screaming fans and reporters.
“Persephone! Persephone!”
She kept her head down, walking with determined steps toward the Acropolis.
“Persephone! Have you seen the Divine?”
“Do you know the woman Hades was seen with last night?”
Her steps faltered, and she paused, searching the crowd for the person who asked the question when her eyes settled on a paper one of the mortals held. On the front page of the Delphi Divine was a photo of Hades and Leuce hand in hand. The title screamed back at her:
Hades Steps Out With Mysterious Woman
She walked up to the mortal and snatched the paper from their hands. Everything around her suddenly felt distant, the sound drowned out by a rushing in her ears.
I’m late for a meeting, she heard Hades’ voice in her head.
Late for a liaison, she thought bitterly.
Gods, she’d been so stupid.
Had he been so angry with her he’d sought Leuce’s comfort? And so publicly, too. He must want to torture her. Months ago, he’d never allowed himself to be photographed, but suddenly, he was appearing on the front page of the Divine.
But she didn’t just feel betrayed by Hades.
She felt betrayed by Leuce. After everything she’d done to help the nymph, this was how she repaid her?
Persephone headed inside; the paper clutched in her fist. Helen looked up when she got off the elevator, and for the first time since she started at New Athens News, didn’t ask her if she was okay.
The goddess stowed her stuff, including the paper. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to keep it, maybe so she could shove it in Hades face when she saw him again. Maybe because she liked torture. She turned on her computer and made coffee, her mind whirling with so many emotions she couldn’t concentrate, and she felt like she was having hot flashes. One moment, she was angry, the next she could barely keep her tears at bay.
At some point, she moved onto trying to rationalize the situation.
Maybe it was all a misunderstanding.
She knew the media