His back straightened as he proclaimed, “I’m an oracle.” “Oh fuck,” Hades grumbled. Persephone elbowed him. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said, leaving the kitchen with his bottle of whiskey. Ben leaned across the bar. “I don’t think he likes me.” “Whatever gave you that idea?” Persephone asked, her nose still burning. Ben shrugged a shoulder. “It’s…just a feeling.” There was a long, awkward silence that passed between them,
