A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Why is there blood on your shirt?” Her eyes widened and she looked down at it. “Oh…I was practicing with Hecate,” she said. “Practicing what?” “Healing.” He frowned. “That is a lot of blood.” “Well…I couldn’t exactly heal if I wasn’t injured,” she said. Hades narrowed his eyes. “She is having you practice on yourself first?” “Yes…why is that wrong?” “You should be practicing on fucking…flowers. Not yourself. What did she have you do?” “Does it matter? I healed myself. I did it. Besides, I don’t have a lot of time. You know what happened to Adonis and saw what happened to Harmonia.” “You think I would let what happened to them happen to you?” “That is not what I’m saying. I want to be able to protect myself.” He could not help staring at the blood. She crossed her arms over her chest. “I swear I’m fine,” she said. “Kiss me if you think I’m lying.” “I believe you, but I will kiss you anyway,” he said and pressed his lips to hers softly, too anxious to kiss her the way he wished, especially after what she’d told Hypnos about her dreams. When he pulled away, she asked, “Why didn’t you tell me I had the ability to heal myself?” “I figured at some point Hecate would teach you,” he said. “Until then, it was my pleasure to heal you.”