A Touch of Malice (Hades X Persephone #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Sephy!” The God of Mischief threw his arms around her neck, squeezing her. He inhaled deeply. “You smell like Hades…and sex.” She shoved against the god. “Stop being creepy, Hermes!” The god chuckled and released her, his sparkling gaze shifting to Ben. “Oh, and who is this?” His interest was evident in the peak of his voice. “This is Ben. Sybil’s…” She wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence, but she didn’t need to because no one was listening anyway. Ben was already grinning at the God of Mischief. “Hermes, right?” he asked. “So you’ve heard of me?” Persephone rolled her eyes. He’d asked her the same thing when they’d first met. She had never asked why he said it, but she had a feeling it was to invite some kind of compliment considering everyone had heard of him. She was not surprised when it backfired. “Of course,” Ben replied. “Are you still the Messenger of the Gods or do they use email?” Persephone’s brows rose and she pressed her lips together to keep from giggling. Hermes narrowed his eyes. “It’s Lord Hermes to you,” he said and twisted away, muttering to Sybil as he passed, “You can keep him.” The God of Thieves was not upset for long when he noticed Hades standing in Sybil’s living room. “Well, well, well, look who decided to darken the corner—literally.”