A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

Hermes stabbed his thumb over his shoulder. “Can you believe that mortal?” he asked, then spoke in a mocking tone. “Do the gods use email? Fucker.” Hades found himself chuckling again. Hermes glared. “Don’t pretend like you aren’t antiquated too. Weren’t you replaced by murder?” “That’s…no, Hermes,” said Hades. “I mean, the audacity!” “You know, true revenge would be to not let him know he’s gotten under your skin,” said Hades. “You’re only saying that for your benefit.” Hades shrugged and took a drink. “The fucker thinks he is an oracle. Let him offer false prophecies and find himself at the mercy of Hecate.” Hades was not certain which god the mortal claimed to speak for or if he only claimed to see visions. Either way, Hecate despised anyone who alleged false power. “Summon her,” said Hermes, and then his voice darkened. “I want to see him burn.” Hades did not respond, though he enjoyed thinking about the scene Hecate would make inside Sybil’s small apartment if he called for her to punish the false prophet.