A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you’ve done this purely from the goodness of your heart,” Hades said to Dionysus. “What are you implying?” Hades vanished and appeared behind one of the women, who had been cleaning a knife. In an instant, she was on her feet, and as soon as Hades appeared, the blade was at his throat. He stared at the woman, no hint of fear in her eyes. “Right,” Hades said and took a step back. “So you’ve trained them.” Dionysus shrugged. “Why not give them the ability to defend themselves?” “And assassinate your enemies. Two birds, one stone, right?” The god did not respond. “Are you saying you have an army of female assassins?” Ariadne asked. “Well, this has been most satisfying,” said Dionysus. “But you have worn out your welcome.” “Only just now?” Ariadne asked. “That mouth really is something else,” said Dionysus. That made Ariadne smile, but in a way that communicated her disgust with the god. “As much as I’d like to leave and never return,” Hades said, “you’ve yet to answer my question.” Dionysus stiffened, and Hades felt everyone in the room tense around him. He got the distinct impression that Dionysus’s assassins were poised for attack. “I’d reconsider,” Hades said. “Not even your assassins have a chance against death.” “Fine,” Dionysus gritted out. “You want to know? I’ll tell you.” “Fucking finally,” Hades gritted out, relieved.