A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

alcohol. “Neat?” Hades could not help but cringe when he heard the mortal’s voice. Perhaps it was because he knew every time the man opened his mouth, he would say something stupid. “Real whiskey drinkers at least add water.” There was a horrible silence in the room that everyone seemed to notice, save Ben. Persephone and Sybil froze, wide-eyed as they waited for Hades to retaliate. He looked at the mortal, voice dripping with a disdain he felt blacken his heart. “I add the blood of mortals,” he said. Which was a joke, except that Hades was tempted to test it and have Ben be the first sacrifice. Fuck, he had never hated someone so much in his life. “Of course, Hades,” Sybil said as if she had not heard Ben or Hades’s reply. She chose a bottle from the many cluttering the counter and offered the whole thing. “You’ll probably need it.” He smiled at her, as warmly as he could. “Thank you, Sybil,” he said, already loosening the cap to drink straight from the bottle.