A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Hades. I said I wanted to talk.” “Talk.” It wasn’t as if they hadn’t managed a full conversation during sex. Then she spoke, and what she said drained the heat from his body. “About Apollo.” Fuck Apollo, he thought as he sat back on his heels. Why was he suddenly haunting his days? First Leuce and now Persephone? “Tell me why the name of my nephew is on your lips.” “He’s my next project,” she said, as if that explained everything, but Hades felt agitated to the point that his jaw hurt from clenching his teeth. Apollo was not the kind of god one turned into a project, and if project meant what he suspected—that Persephone hoped to write one of her articles about the God of Music—the answer was no. She seemed to see his frustration and continued in an attempt to convince him. “He fired Sybil, Hades. For refusing to be his lover.” He was not surprised. Apollo’s response to rejection was revenge. Spurn Apollo once, and never again. Which was why Persephone could not write about him, but even as he looked at her, he knew this was going to be an argument. He could see the flash of determination in her eyes. She wanted to change Apollo, but Apollo was power, and power did not necessitate change.