“You’re upset,” Hades said. For some reason, that made her even angrier. She gritted her teeth and refused to look at him. “Persephone,” he said as she reached for the shirt that she’d tossed on the bed. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, sliding the tank over her head. “I didn’t tell you how I was feeling because I didn’t want you to worry,” he said. She froze and looked at him and let her anger blossom. She had warned him. “You didn’t want to worry me?” she asked. “Did you think the worry just stops and starts on your command?”