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“Hades is the Lord of the Dead. He's the most fearsome of all the Olympians, although not the strongest, and his rage would cause any human to see death. And trust me, that was Hades' real rage.” She blew out a breath, chewing on her lip. “He let his true form show. With spectators. That's... Well, there are very, very few people in Olympus who have seen his eyes.”
“Harm a single hair on her body and we'll find out once and for all which king is strongest,” hissed a voice, at the same time as my skin felt like it was being covered in ice. A smoky form shimmered into existence beside Zeus and tension literally crackled through the air. Then Zeus slowly began to shrink, the tension easing as his size decreased.
“Right,” I said, flexing my fingers. “Well, in that case, I would like to take this opportunity to inform you that you are a colossal prick.”
“Your wish is my command. Did I tell you about the time Dionysus tricked Poseidon into having sex with a tree?”
“Fucking own it, Persy,”
He loved me. I could see it in his face, hear it in his broken voice, feel it in his electrifying touch. All this time, all those years alone in New York, and someone, somewhere, loved me this much. And I never knew.
