“Don’t make it sound gross, Apollo,” Persephone said, rolling her eyes.
“Gross?”
“Everything that comes out of your mouth sounds like a sexual innuendo.”
“Does not!”
“Does too.”
“Enough!”
Hades voice cracked like a whip, and when Persephone looked at him, she saw fire in his eyes. She had never feared Hades before, but right now, it vibrated down her spine.
“If you are no longer in need of my goddess, I would like a word with her. Alone.”
“She’s all yours,” Apollo said, who had the good sense to vanish immediately.