A Game of Fate (Hades Saga, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

She is yours, a voice echoed in his head, and something inside him snapped. Claim her.

Something inside him wanted to disregard every civility and possess her. Something about her called to him—a thread that pulled at his heart. He froze as those words surfaced in his mind, eyes narrowing, and thought, It cannot be.

The whole floor was like a net, but Hades was only focused on one, fragile cord that ran from his chest to the woman in shimmering pink. Fucking Fates.

How could the Fates offer him a taste of what it might feel like to have a soulmate, only to take her away?

One day, Persephone would tire of feeling defenseless, and his queen would rise from the ashes. A goddess.

This burning desire, this desperate wish to claim and protect and to love.

Because you are mine, he wanted to say, but those words froze in his throat.

Darling, he wanted to say. You are the only woman in my mind.

“I want you inside me,” she said. “Fuck me, say my name as you come. Dream of me, and only me, for the rest of eternity.”

Take her, and I will destroy this world. Take her, and I will destroy you. Take her, and I will end us all.