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

by Scarlett St. Clair

“As much as I wish to give you more time for peace, I’m afraid I have come with bad news,” she said. “Hypnos arrived at the gates of the Underworld, slain by Theseus’s hand.” Aphrodite looked pale, and Harmonia pressed a hand to her mouth. She decided she would wait until the meeting to tell them about Zeus and the lightning bolt. “We are summoning our allies to discuss how we will move forward in our war against Theseus. I would like for the three of you to be present. Hades has already left to call on Hephaestus and Apollo. We will meet in Hades’s office within the hour,” Persephone said. There was silence for a moment. Persephone’s attention was drawn to Aphrodite as the goddess shook her head. “We act as if we are not gods,” she said. “We should have killed this man years ago.” “We may be gods,” Persephone said. “But we are ruled by a power greater than us.” “You mean the Fates?” Aphrodite sneered. “There is no greater betrayal than their golden threads, weaving pain and suffering while they sit idly in their mirrored halls. Perhaps it is they who should—” “Aphrodite!” Harmonia snapped, her tone full of warning. “You sound like them.” Like the Impious. Like Triad. Except in some ways, Persephone agreed. The Fates were not directed by a sense of justice. They measured, wove, and cut to control under the guise of maintaining balance.