A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Well, well, well,” Zeus said, leaning forward on his throne. Hades bit down on the inside of his cheek, a hot wave of anger curling in his stomach. “Demeter’s daughter.” “I am,” she said, casting her gaze to the right and then to the left. “You have caused a lot of problems,” Zeus said. Her eyes flashed, and Hades found her obvious frustration amusing. “I think you mean my mother has caused a lot of problems,” she said. “And yet you seem intent upon punishing Hades.” Zeus sat back and shrugged. “I merely seek to solve a problem in the simplest way possible.” “That might be true if Demeter were only responsible for a storm, but I have reason to believe she is working with the demigods.” “What reasons?” “I was there the night Tyche died. My mother was there. I felt her magic.” “Perhaps she was there to retrieve you,” Hera said, waving her hand in the air as if to dismiss her accusation. Hades imagined that was what she’d hoped for too, given that she had every reason to want Triad to succeed. “As is her right by Divine law. She is your mother.” “Since we are basing our decisions on archaic laws, then I must disagree,” Persephone said. Hades’s lips curled. “On what grounds?” Hera countered. “Hades and I fuck,” Persephone said flatly. “By Divine law, we are married.” Hermes’s choked on a laugh. Hades eyed him before returning his attention to Persephone, whose eyes were trained on Zeus. He didn’t like it, knowing his brother enjoyed her attention and the fact that she had to ...