A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

Now that they were alone, Hades spoke. “Care to tell me what is going on?” he asked. “I…” Hermes said and cleared his throat. “I can’t.” “Hmm…so much for being best friends.” Hermes’s eyes and mouth opened, and Hades did not know if it was from the shock of him using those words or the thought of actually losing his friendship, but after a moment, his gaze narrowed, and his lips pressed thin. Hermes seemed more on edge, and with good reason, because in the next second, Hades had him pressed against the wall by his neck. The god’s hand clamped down on Hades’s arm and he laughed nervously. “This was far less scary in my dreams.” “For what am I being made ready?” Hades asked through clenched teeth. “Fight night,” Hermes said. “You’re going into the ring, Hades.” Hades released him, and the god fell to the floor. As he rose to his feet again, Hermes pressed his fingers to his neck. “Definitely thought I’d enjoy choking far more,” Hermes said. “Thanks for ruining a fantasy.” Hades ignored the god. He was not so surprised that Hera hosted such an event. It was likely she used it to choose heroes and favored mortals. “Who am I fighting?” Hades asked. “I don’t know,” Hermes replied. Hades looked at him, and the god flinched away. “You’re being a little dramatic, don’t you think?” Hades asked. Hermes straightened and glared. “You just pinned me against a wall and not in a good way!” Hades stared, waiting for an answer to his question. “The competitors are different every week,” Her...