Her mother was the only Olympian missing—and Hades. Then she felt his unmistakable presence—a darkness so delicious, it felt like home as it curled around her waist, and suddenly, she was pulled back against his solid chest. Persephone tilted her head back and felt Hades’s jaw scrape her cheek as his lips settled near her ear. “Angry, darling?” “A little,” she replied breathlessly.
