A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

There was a knock, and he looked up as Hermes burst through the door. “He’s coming,” Hermes said. “He’s angry.” The God of Mischief didn’t need to specify. Hades knew he was referring to Apollo. “I want you to watch Persephone,” Hades instructed. “Keep her occupied while I talk to Apollo.” Hermes raised his skeptical brow. “Because you’re so good at conversing?” “That’s a big word, Hermes,” Hades replied. “Have you been reading a thesaurus?” Hermes narrowed his eyes. “Deflect all you want, King of Corpses, but I know you, and you aren’t a talker. What are you planning?” “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” Hades pointed out. “Hardly, and I’m your best friend.” It was Hades’s turn to raise a brow. “Don’t deny it. Do you ask Hecate for fashion advice?” Hades scowled. “Don’t make me regret my decision, Hermes.” “Regret? Excuse me. Did you get laid in those gray sweatpants I suggested you wear?” He rolled his eyes. “Then you can’t regret it!” “How do you know that was a yes?” “Hades,” Hermes said, as if he were about to point out something very obvious. “Because I dressed you for sex.” “Get Apollo, Hermes, and once he’s here, go to Persephone.” “On it, best friend,” Hermes said as he headed for the door.