A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

He started across the room, intent on heading for the bar, when something snuck up behind him. “Boo!” Hades whirled and punched Hermes in the face. The God of Mischief stumbled back and clamped his hands over his nose. “Motherfucker! Why did you do that?” he demanded. “You scared me,” Hades said simply, lips curling at the sight of the god’s pain. “I did not,” Hermes said, dropping his hands. Any evidence of the strike to the face was already healed. “You wanted to punch me.” “Don’t give me an excuse,” Hades said, making his way to the bar, where he poured himself a drink. “To what do I owe your visit, and what can I do to prevent it in the future?” “Rude,” Hermes said, sauntering to the bar. “You’re talking to a hero.” Hades raised a brow. “You should be thanking me,” he continued. “I distracted a whole crowd of screaming fans so Sephy could go to work.” Hades frowned. “Was she not escorted to the door by Antoni?” Hermes’s face fell, as if he realized he’d brought something to Hades’s attention that he shouldn’t have. “Well, I could be wrong, but she kept repeating that she wanted a normal, mortal life, which is hard to do when you arrive at your day job in the God of the Underworld’s personal car and allow his personal driver to escort you to the door.” “She’s a goddess,” Hades countered. “A new one by her standard and ours,” Hermes argued. “You have to give her time to transition into her role. She’s played mortal for the past four years, and she’s liked it. She will re...