Okeanos sat in a chair opposite a mirror. He was still and restrained, head leaning back, chest gaping from where Aphrodite had stolen his heart. From what Hades knew, she still had it in her possession, though he had not seen her or Hephaestus since that night at Club Aphrodisia. “What’s the mirror for?” Hermes asked. Hades met Hermes’s gaze in the reflection. “So Okeanos can watch his torture.” “Kinky,” Hermes said and then turned to look at the demigod. “I hope you tear him to pieces.” Hades glanced at the god and raised a brow. “And you said I was a psychopath.” “He ripped Tyche’s horns
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