“Oh, and who is this?” “This is Ben. Sybil’s…” Persephone hesitated, apparently uncertain of how to describe the stalker. It didn’t matter, anyway, because neither one of them was paying attention. “Hermes, right?” Ben asked. Hermes looked bright with pride. “So you’ve heard of me?” Hades offered a humorless laugh as he took another drink. The comment was absurd—there wasn’t a mortal alive who didn’t know the God of Mischief. “Of course,” the mortal replied. “Are you still the Messenger of the Gods or do they use email?” Hades tried to hide his smile as he turned toward the window, pulling
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