A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

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

“It’s like saying I love you,” Hermes explained. “I might know it, but it’s good to hear.” There was a long pause, then Hades mumbled, “You’re my best friend.” “What was that?” Hermes asked. “I couldn’t hear you.” “You’re my best friend,” Hades repeated quickly. “Ah, once more, with feeling.” Hades glared and said deliberately, “You’re my best friend.” Hermes preened. “I’ll have something for you by the evening.”

“Engaged,” she said, as if she did not believe it, and sank into her chair across from him. “Yes,” Hades said, amused by her response. “Married,” she said. “Eventually,” Hades said, though he hoped sooner rather than later. Then she shook her head. “I never thought this day would come.” “Oh, ye of little faith,” Hades said, though he had not been so certain either. “You’re not exactly charming or good at communication,” Hecate said. “And you’re an alcoholic.” “Is there anything I am good at, Hecate?” Hades asked, and the goddess smiled. “Learning.”