A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“I want to remember this,” she said and kissed his raw lips. He didn’t think he’d ever forget.

“You can’t keep me here.” Hades’s responding chuckle only seemed to infuriate her more. “Darling, you are in my realm. You’re here until I say otherwise.”

“You will regret this!” At the door, he turned his head a fraction and answered, “I already do.”

“And where were you? I didn’t see you jumping to help us save that girl’s life, God of the Dead.” “I highly doubt you wanted my intervention, Detective. It’s in the name.”

“There are only those I regret more,” he said. “And those souls belong to children.” He called up his glamour, and they spoke no more.

“Get wet, Daddy Death,” Hermes said.

“You should know that your actions have condemned Lexa to a fate worse than death,” he said, then left Persephone behind in Nevernight.

“I do want to fuck you. More importantly, I love you—deeply, endlessly. If you walked away from me today, I would love you still. I will love you forever. That’s what Fate is, Persephone. Fuck threads and colors…and fuck your uncertainty.”

“You called, Daddy Death?”