“What is a long time?” He stared at her for a moment, and there was something behind his eyes—a living thing full of rage and ruin and strife. “A millennia, Persephone.” “Then why did she introduce herself to me as your lover today?” “Because to her, I was her lover up until Sunday.” Persephone’s fists clenched, and suddenly, vines erupted from the floor and covered the walls. Hades didn’t even flinch. “And why is that?” “Because she’s been a poplar tree for over two thousand years.”
