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

by Scarlett St. Clair

“We were just about to summon our allies to hear council on how we should proceed with Theseus,” he said. “At least now I do not have to go looking for you. Go. Bathe and be ready in an hour.” Hades looked down at Persephone. “Brief Aphrodite, Harmonia, and Sybil. I will return with Ilias, Hephaestus, and Apollo.” “What about Her—” Hades pressed a finger to her lips. “Do not speak his name,” said Hades, dropping his hand. Persephone drew her brows together. “Is…there something else I should know about?” “Unless you want to hear another monologue about the faults of our hospitality and how loud you moan when I fuck you, then I suggest waiting until the last possible second to summon the God of Glitter.” Persephone arched her brow. “As I recall, his monologue included an impression of you, not me.” “That was before our most recent interlude,” he said. She narrowed her eyes. “You know he doesn’t have any magic, right?” “He doesn’t need magic to be summoned. At this point, it is a sixth sense. He’s just selective when he decides to use it.” Hades tilted her head back a little farther. “I will see you in an hour.” She smiled as he kissed her, ignoring the dread that seeped into her stomach when he vanished, unable to keep from worrying that he might not return. The thought frustrated her, but she knew it would be a long time before that fear ever went away, given the horror of the labyrinth.