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

by Scarlett St. Clair

Hades looked at her, and there was a gleam of pride in his eyes that she loved. “Nice save, Sephy,” Hermes said as he approached, pulling out another bar from his pack. He started to open it when she snatched it away. “Hey! It’s my last one.” “I think,” Hades said, “what you meant to say was ‘Thank you for saving my life, Persephone. If it wasn’t for my idiocy, we wouldn’t even have been in that situation to begin with. As a token of my appreciation, here is a snack.’” Hermes slammed his lips together and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re never on my side,” he said. Persephone tried not to laugh, but Hades sighed and started across the field, arming himself with a spear as he went. Persephone followed. The ground was now springy under her feet, making it a little harder to walk on. When her stomach growled again, she broke the bar and offered Hermes half. “Thanks, Sephy,” he said, and then he hesitated. “I am thankful you saved us from my idiocy.” “I know, Hermes,” she said and smiled at the god. “You’re a really great friend, Sephy,” he said. “Sometimes I don’t think I deserve—” His words faltered, and so did Persephone’s steps as the ground began to shift beneath them. There were several crisp snaps as warrior after warrior broke free from her bindings, and before they could flee, they were surrounded. “Maybe stronger vines next time, Sephy,” said Hermes. She was already trying to plan her next move when Hades materialized beside them and flung out his hand. Benea...