A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

Before he could even speculate about that information, Hermes arrived at Nevernight with a message from Dionysus. “Well?” Hades prompted impatiently. “I just really need you to understand, I’m only the messenger.” Hades waited, and after a moment, Hermes closed his eyes and lifted his middle finger. “That’s it?” Hades asked. “That’s all he had to say?” “He didn’t even say anything. He just flipped me off.” Hades took a deep breath, and upon his exhale, he snatched a vase full of red flowers and threw it across the room. He was not surprised by Dionysus’s reaction. The god did not like being told what to do, and he probably liked it even less that Hades was aware of his exploits. “What will you do now?” Hermes asked. “I’m not going to do anything…yet,” Hades said. If Dionysus wanted to play childish games, Hades would too. “But you will.” “What? Nuh-uh,” Hermes said. “Not this time. I always help you, and what does it get me in return? Nothing. I haven’t even gotten a thank-you for today.” “Fine,” Hades said. “I suppose I’ll have to find someone else to plague Dionysus with dreams of bloody castration.” Hermes pursed his lips as if considering. “I suppose I can ask Morpheus or Epiales,” Hades said. “He is the personification of nightmares after all, and he would do a fine job.” “Fine?” Hermes scoffed. “Let me do it. I’ll show you bloody castration.” “But you have already declined,” Hades said. “I take it back,” Hermes said. “And you know what? Thank you, Hades.” “For what?”...