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I untie her wrists and she scoots away from me, rubbing them gently. Penny shoots me a look.
“You aren’t allowed to come inside me,” she says softly. “I thought we had agreed on that.”
“We did.” I shrug, shame skittering down my spine. “I think ye should be taking the pill. I’ll arrange to get ye a few months’ doses.”
She glares at me. “I am not a fucking sex doll that you just cum in. I’m a human being, Hades. And the contraceptive pill isn’t without risks. I would be taking on the brunt of them just so you can cum inside my body without worrying about the consequences.”
Ah, there she is. I was wondering where the Persephone I know was hiding.
I stand up, cocking a brow. But Penny shoots to her feet, already shaking her head.
“Never mind.”
She grabs her sweater, hauling it over her head as she storms off.
Chapter32
Persephone
“Wake up, lass.”
The words float down to me and my shoulder is given a gentle shake. I open my eyes to find Hades sitting on the bed beside me, fully dressed in his customary black button up shirt and black pants. Sitting up a little, I yawn.
“What time is it?”
It’s cool and dark in the empty palace, but I’m relatively sure that this place is always a bit like a tomb. Hades looks at me, running his finger down the bare skin of my upper arm. I shiver.
“Before dawn.” He draws my attention to the fact that he has a dress on a hanger, ready to go, presumably picked just for me. “Get moving. You only have a couple of minutes.”
I think of my work, sitting unfinished in the ballroom. “My art. You’ll pack it up for me?”
“Ye’ve completed enough,” he says gruffly. “We’re running out of time, lass. The next two weeks, we will be on the move almost constantly. So there is no time or space for ye to finish. We’ll have to go with what ye’ve already made.”
I rub my eyes, trying to make sense of his words.
“Hades—”
“Later. Get dressed now.”
He is out the door in a few steps. I scrunch my face up, blearily moving to the end of the bed. Due to the lack of running water in this place, I give myself a bath with wet wipes. The rest I give over to the gods of deodorant.
When I pull the dress on, I notice that it is the usual black silk… but instead of having spaghetti straps or two slits cut up the side, this dress is distinctly doll-like with an almost Victorian neckline. Its hem brushes the floor, and it doesn’t quite fit me, not the way every other dress I’ve worn since I have met Hades has.
I feel quite dowdy in it. Is this on purpose, I wonder? Or perhaps it was more difficult for Hades to get his hands on something more modern and less modest. After all, we are in an Islam-practicing country…
When I head down to the empty ballroom, Eros is picking up the last storage box packed with my art supplies. He slides me a glance.
“Yer riding with me on the first leg of our drive.”
“What?” I scrunch my face up and follow him as he makes his way out of the palace. “Where are we going?”
Hades is standing with Ares near two identical black sedans and looking rather irritated. “Ye ask too many damn questions, Persephone. Go with Eros. We’ll meet up with ye tonight.”
I raise my eyebrows and open my mouth. Eros puts the box down, clamps a hand on my arm, and pulls me away toward the waiting dark sedan. Instinctively I jerk my arm away, glaring at him.
“Don’t touch me!” I exclaim.
His grip tightens, easily bruising my skin. When I protest, he leans in close, showing me all of his teeth in a humorless smile. “Dinnae be difficult.”
