A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Why are you naked?” Hades was drawn from his thoughts and looked down into the garden where Hecate lingered, nearly invisible in the darkness. “Would you really like an answer to that question?” he asked. “I can give details.” She scrunched her nose in mock disgust. “I think I can guess. It is not as if you are quiet.” Hades chuckled and Hecate arched a brow, though he could not help being amused at the thought of Persephone’s cries of pleasure echoing throughout the Underworld. “Come off your high horse,” she said. “It is not as if you excel at giving pleasure. Some of us are just sensitive to sound.” He rolled his eyes. “Fearful I will become too arrogant, Hecate?” “I do not have to fear it,” she said. “You are.” “Arrogance does not make something untrue,” he said. “No, but it does make it annoying.” He could not help laughing. “No one said you had to endure it,” he said. “Why are you here anyway? Aren’t there some pathetic souls in the Upperworld deserving of your haunting presence?” “No one is deserving of my presence,” she said. “I am a plague upon men.” “You are definitely a plague,” he muttered. “I heard that,” she snapped. “I’m aware,” Hades said. “And you? Why are you sulking on your balcony instead of lying with your love?” “I am not sulking,” he said. “You always sulk,” she said. Hades glared, unwilling to argue with the goddess. “I cannot sleep, if you must know.” “Worrying too much?” she asked. He did not respond. “Perhaps you should not worry when you are wi...