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

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Hades!” She hurried to his side, dropping the bident and pulling Ares’s spear free before falling to her knees beside him. Tears welled in her eyes and her throat went dry when he didn’t respond. “Hades,” she said again, taking his face between her hands. His lashes fluttered, and then he opened his eyes. When he saw her, he smiled and she wept, suddenly overwhelmed. She bent and pressed her forehead to his and then her lips, pulling back to meet his gaze, but his eyes were closed again. “Hades,” Persephone said. “Hades!” She yanked up his shirt. The wound to his chest had not healed, and the one on his side was far worse, oozing blood and pus. “No.” She placed her hands over each, trying to mend them with her own magic, but nothing happened. Something was wrong. Was the infection preventing him from healing? “Fuck!” she screamed. She had to find Hermes, but just as she got to her feet, she caught sight of him in the distance. He was running as fast as he could, arms and legs pumping, his cheeks puffing as he breathed, the Golden Fleece gleaming in his hands. “I got it, Sephy! I’m coming—ah!” She watched as the god lost his footing and tripped, falling face-first on the ground. She teleported to him. “Come on, Hermes,” she said, and when he took her offered hand, she returned to Hades’s side. “Oh fuck,” said Hermes. “What happened?” “He isn’t healing at all now,” she said, spreading the fleece over Hades. “Is this how it works?” “I think so,” Hermes said. “That is how I w...