A Touch of Chaos (Hades x Persephone Saga, #4)

by Scarlett St. Clair

She continued down the hall and found her husband waiting in the foyer, and though she had expected him, she was surprised by the way he was dressed. He wore a pair of dark tactical pants and a gray shirt that only seemed to draw attention to his chest and shoulders. His hair was wet and pulled into a bun at the back of his head. It seemed ridiculous to say, but she found this version of Hades incredibly attractive. She had expected him to show up in a suit, no matter how impractical. “What is it?” Hades asked, suddenly concerned. “What?” she asked, surfacing from her thoughts. “You’re staring. Is it the shirt?” he asked, pulling at the fabric. “Hermes said this would be appropriate.” “It isn’t the shirt, Hades,” Persephone said, laughing. “She thinks you’re hot, you idiot,” said Hermes as he approached. “For someone who gets laid so often, you are really fucking oblivious.” He was wearing skintight biker shorts and a bright green shirt. Hippolyta’s belt was cinched tight around his waist. “Gods, you’re like a fucking beacon,” said Hades. “Ares is going to see you coming from the shore.” Hermes crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t realize we were conducting a sneak attack.” “Why are you wearing a fanny pack?” Persephone asked, noticing the small pouch hanging low on his waist. “It’s for my snacks,” he said. They both stared. “Judge all you want, but when you get hungry, I’m not sharing.” “I hope we’re not there long enough to be hungry,” Persephone said. “How is that...