A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

Hades left then and arrived at the edge of the Forest of Despair. Opposite him, a weak and dazed Pirithous appeared. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he collapsed. “Get up,” Hades ordered. The demigod looked up, meeting Hades’s gaze, and a guttural cry burst from his mouth. “No, please,” he begged. “Please, my lord.” “Get up,” Hades said again. The command was low but it vibrated the very air, a warning that brought Pirithous to his shaky feet, though he continued to plead as he sobbed. “Please,” he said, and it turned into a whisper as he said it over and over again. “Please, please, please.” “Did Persephone beg for you to stop too?” Hades asked. “She would forgive me!” Pirithous insisted through clenched teeth, and the words cut through Hades like a blade. There were a number of things he wanted to say, but he settled on one as he dropped his glamour, the magic curling away from his body in the form of sharp shadows with only one purpose—to hunt. “Run,” Hades ordered. “Please, no,” Pirithous said as he stumbled back and fell, quickly scrambling to his feet. Hades ground his teeth. That fucking word.