Hades pulled the trigger, and Patrick knew there was no escaping that bullet. Halfway between them, the bullet transformed into flower petals, the delicate plants ripped apart by the wind. Patrick’s breath caught in his throat, and all he smelled was spring. “No,” Persephone said as she stepped out of the veil to stand between Patrick and Hades. “He will not.” A hand wrapped around his other wrist, and Patrick’s attention jerked to where Hermes stood behind him, a grim smile on the immortal’s face. “This is certainly one way to stop running, Pattycakes.”
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