Anarchy (Hades, #2)

by Tate James

"If you two are both quite finished pissing on me like a tree, I have someone waiting to be tortured in the basement."

"Come down and see for yourself," I yelled back. "I'm not your fucking secretary."

Eventually, I'd reached the point where I either shot Zed in the knee for being such a contrary dick or walked away from the conversation. Based on the fact that Zed was following me out of the house with two perfectly hole-free legs under him, it wouldn't be hard to guess which option I'd taken.

That snake he was smuggling in his trousers was a one in a million.