A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

He had few vices, among them racing, whiskey, and Persephone, his Goddess of Spring.

“This is the game, Hades, and all gods play it. I asked for your aid and you declined, so I shall seek retribution all the same.”

“Ah! I have it,” she said at last. “I shall assign you to twelve labors. Your…completion of each one will show me just how devoted you are to Persephone.” “Pity Zeus never had to do this for you,” Hades replied tightly.

And even if their future were to unravel, he would fight for it. Desperately.

“And the only thing I regret is that I have lived so long without you.”

“Oh, darling. You don’t need to extract an oath. Nothing will keep me from fucking you.”

“Oh, dear king,” said Clotho. “There is no path,” said Atropos. “That will leave her unbroken,” said Lachesis.

“Tell me one more time what I can and cannot do,” Hades said, and as he stepped outside, he found that Hecate had transformed many of Acacius’s men into topiaries. “I think they look better this way,” she said. “I trimmed them after.” Hades raised a brow. “I’m assuming they did something to deserve this?” She shrugged. “They didn’t like cats.”

“Darling,” he said, his voice low and fierce. “I would burn this world for you.”

“Speak another’s name in this bed again and know you have assigned their soul to Tartarus.”

“You are my weakness, losing you is my greatest fear, and your love is my most treasured possession.”

“Definitely thought I’d enjoy choking far more,” Hermes said. “Thanks for ruining a fantasy.”

Hermes crossed the room to a stack of folded towels and threw one at him. “Get wet, Daddy Death,” Hermes said.

“Fucking cake,” he said, glaring at it. “You better be delicious.”