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

by Scarlett St. Clair

“You okay?” she asked, her eyes alight with amusement. Clearly Lilaia had told her about what had transpired in the delivery room. He narrowed his eyes. “How much do you know?” he asked. “Oh, everything,” she said. “And how many of the maenads know?” “Oh, everyone,” she assured him. Dionysus sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Great.” “If it helps, I expected you to faint,” she said. “It doesn’t,” Dionysus said dryly. She snickered. “I came to see if you have any clothes I could borrow,” he said. “We’re not really the same size, Dionysus.” “For Ariadne,” he said. “She’s out of the labyrinth.” Naia’s amusement withered. “Is she okay?” “I think so,” he said. “She yells at me like she is.” Naia frowned. “Did you ask her if she was okay?” “No,” he said. “I didn’t exactly have a chance.” He decided not to tell her about how Hades had also yelled at them. Naia pursed her lips but said nothing. She disappeared into her room and came back with a bundle of clothes. “She’s not all right, Dionysus,” said Naia. “Then I guess she’ll tell her sister,” he said. Naia leveled a hard look at him. “You care about her?” “Do you really have to ask?” “Then make sure she’s okay,” she said, shoving the bundle into his chest. “Fine, I’ll ask,” he said. “But you know what she’s going to say? Just take me to my sister.” “The point is, Dionysus, that you cared enough to ask.”