A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Who angered you?” “Can you not guess?” she asked. Her voice trembled, but only slightly. Hades’s brows rose and he waited. “I just had the pleasure of meeting your lover.” Hades didn’t have to think long about who she was referring to—Leuce. Fuck. “I see.” Her head tilted slightly. “You have seconds to explain before I turn her into a weed.” At the rate she was going, he wouldn’t be surprised if he ended the night as a plant, so he began to explain. “Her name is Leuce. She was my lover a long time ago.” “What is a long time?” “More than a millennia, Persephone.” “Then why did she introduce herself to me as your lover today?” Because she’s an idiot, he thought. “Because to her, I was her lover up until Sunday.” Her power surged as she clenched her fists, and leafy vines erupted from the floor of the suite, covering the blue walls completely. “And why is that?” “Because she’s been a poplar tree for more than two thousand years.” “Why was she a poplar tree?” Hades took a breath. He’d been reminded of this too much over the last week when all he wanted to do was keep it in the past. “She betrayed me.” “You turned her into a tree?” she asked, clearly stunned, and Hades wondered what had shocked her more, the fact that he had exacted revenge or the way in which he’d done it. “Why?” “I caught her fucking someone else. I was blind with anger. I turned her into a poplar tree.” Persephone’s features were still stiff with anger. “She must not remember that, or she wouldn’t introduce...