A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

Hades returned to the Underworld, teleporting to his office. He approached the bar to pour a glass of whiskey when he found his cabinet was empty. Strange, he thought, and surveyed the room, noticing that the door to the balcony was slightly ajar. He approached and stepped out, looking down to find an explosion of broken glass on the cobble-stoned courtyard below. “What the fuck,” he said under his breath and teleported to the ground. The glass crunched beneath his feet as he appeared, once again looking around in confusion. It appeared that every bottle of alcohol he owned had found its way over the edge of his balcony. In all the time he had existed, this had never happened. The air changed suddenly, filling with a smoky, earthy smell. Hades turned to see Hecate appear, cloaked in black velvet. The Goddess of Magic often wandered the world at night, wrapped up in various missions of her own making. Hades never questioned her whereabouts, trusting that whatever she was up to was warranted. Except that today, he suspected she had something to do with the mess at his feet. “Where have you been?” Hades asked. The goddess turned toward him, removing her hood, revealing her dark, braided hair. “Meddling,” Hecate replied sheepishly. Hades had no doubt and indicated the glass littering the ground. “What happened here?” Hecate let her gaze fall, though Hades suspected she didn’t need to look. “Persephone and I had a little fun after you left last night,” Hecate answered. “A littl...