A Touch of Malice (Hades X Persephone #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“But…he is the Lord of the Underworld.” “We’re all aware,” Hermes said. “Look at him—he’s the only goth in the room.”

“Before you, I only knew loneliness, even in a room full of people—it was an ache, sharp and cold and constant, and I was desperate to fill it.”

For the briefest second, Persephone saw fury flash in Apollo’s eyes. “This woman is Hades’s betrothed, the future Queen of the Underworld. Kneel before her or face my wrath.”

“Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best lives.”

“Ignore her,” said Hermes. “She has a stick up her vagina.” Persephone looked at the god. “It’s ass, Hermes. Stick up her ass.” He shrugged. “They’re close.”

“I am a Goddess of Life,” Persephone said. “A Queen of Death.”

“May I present Hades and Persephone, King and Queen of the Underworld.”

“You are my everything,” he said. “My first love, my wife, the first and last Queen of the Underworld.”