A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“How many lovers have you taken?” “Persephone.” His tone was quiet. She could not know that this question caused him so much discomfort. It was an impossible question, an unfair question, and to be honest, he didn’t want to answer it. “I just want to be prepared in case they start coming out of the woodwork,” Persephone snapped. Hades stared up at her from his place at the table. “I won’t apologize for living before you existed.” “I’m not asking you to, but I’d like to know when I’m about to meet a woman who fucked you.” He could understand her anger to a point. He would not have liked for these roles to be reversed. “I was hoping you’d never meet Leuce,” Hades said, though he was realizing now how much of a mistake that was. “She wasn’t supposed to be around this long. I agreed to help her get on her feet in the modern world. Normally, I’d pass the responsibility on to Minthe, but seeing as how she’s indisposed—” He glanced at the ivy on the walls. “It’s taken me longer to find someone suitable to mentor her.” Persephone halted and stared at him. She seemed even more shocked now than before. “You weren’t planning to tell me about her?” “I saw no need until now.” “No need?” Persephone’s magic surged, and Hades could hear the rustle of vines and leaves growing thicker and thicker, blooming with fragrant white flowers, the smell of which choked him. “You gave this woman a place to stay, you gave her a job, and you used to fuck her—” “Stop saying that!” Hades bit out. He obvi...