“Hades—” she started, and it was then he realized she had noticed his prisoner, though it was hard not to because he had begun to scream, albeit muffled. “Ignore him,” he said, preparing to teleport the man to a holding cell when Persephone’s hand clamped down on his own. “Is that—is that the mortal who threw the bottle at me today?” When he didn’t respond, she turned her gaze on the man. Whatever she saw was answer enough. He was prepared to hear her demand to release him, but instead, she asked, “Why are you torturing him in your office and not in Tartarus?” The mortal must have expected
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