“Here’s what the hell is going on. We are related.” He grinned at me. “I am”—he pointed at Magnus—“that guy’s dad, many, many moons ago. His mother was very pretty. I couldn’t resist.” He gestured between us. “Makes our interactions a little gross by your standards, I grant you, but just remember that by my standards”—he shrugged—“it’s just another day.” “Wait…” My mind went blank, the enormity of what he was saying starting to sink in. “You’re not… You can’t be…” “Yeah.” He spread his arms wide. “I’m Hades.”
