A Touch of Malice (Hades X Persephone #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

I am Persephone, future Queen of the Underworld, Lady of Your Fate. May you come to dread my presence.”

“You should have known I would find you once you took your clothes off. It is a sixth sense.”

“I never thought I’d thank the Fates for anything they gave me, but you—you were worth all of it.” “All of what?” “The suffering.”

“This woman is Hades’s betrothed, the future Queen of the Underworld. Kneel before her or face my wrath.”

This is power, she thought as her body flushed and fluttered with a chaotic tangle of emotion—the passion and pain of loving someone more than the air in her lungs and the glimmer of stars in the night sky.

Hades was the ultimate addiction. He was a glorious high, an intoxicating bliss she wanted all the time.

“Trust, darling, I will let no one—not king or god or mortal—stand in the way of making you my wife.”

“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.”

“I will build temples in honor of our love, and I will worship you until the end of the world. There is nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice for you.”

“You were my only love—my heart and my soul. My world began and ended with you, my sun, stars, and sky. I will never forget you but I will forgive you.”

We are all broken, Persephone. It’s what we do with the pieces that matters.”

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