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“You didn’t make me anything but a victim, and I’m not interested in continuing that trend.
There was a long pause on the other side, before Adonis spoke again. “Time is running out, Persephone.”
He hung up, and she put the phone down. She thought for a moment. The easiest thing to do was to ask Demetri if he’d consider hiring Adonis back, so she rose from her seat and knocked on Demetri’s door.
“Do you have a moment?”
Her boss looked up from his computer. Today he had chosen to wear a blue shirt and a yellow tie. The color reflected off his glasses and made it almost impossible to make eye contact with him.
“Yes, come in,” Demetri answered.
Persephone only took a few steps into the room. “What are the chances Adonis could...come back?” she asked.
“He was dishonest, Persephone. I have no interest in employing him again.”
She nodded and he asked, “Why?”
“Just feeling...a little bad for him is all,” she managed, though the words were completely untrue and tasted like blood in her mouth.
Demetri took his glasses off. She could now see his eyes, full of concern and a little suspicious.
“Is everything alright?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. Yeah. Excuse me.”
She exited Demetri’s office, packed her things, and left. The images in her email were damning, and if released to the public, they would prove everything in the gossip magazines true.
Well, not everything.
Persephone really couldn’t say that she and Hades were dating. As before, she was hesitant to assign any label to their current status given their contract. Not to mention the fact that if those photos were released, her mother would see them, and that would mean the end of her time in New Athens—she wouldn’t even have to worry about the media storm that would ensue as a result, because she wouldn’t be here for it. Demeter would lock her back up forever.
Persephone went home to get ready for her date. She took her time, her mind on Adonis’s threat. She considered how she should handle the situation. It occurred to her that she could tell Hades, and everything would be over as quick as it began, but she didn’t want the God of the Dead fighting her battles for her. She wanted to solve this problem herself.
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bsp; She decided Hades would be the last resort, a card she would pull if she couldn’t find a solution.
She must have looked troubled when Hades arrived to pick her up, because the God of the Underworld asked as she approached, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” she managed in her cheeriest voice possible. He had been asking that a lot and she wondered if he was paranoid. “It was just a busy day.”
He smiled. “Then let’s get you off your feet.”
He helped her into the limo and followed close behind. Antoni was in the driver’s seat.
“My lady.” He bowed his head.
“It is good to see you, Antoni.”
The cyclops smiled and instructed, “Just press the com if you need anything.”
Then he rolled up a tinted window that kept his cabin separate from theirs.
She and Hades sat side-by-side, close enough so that their arms and legs touched. The friction ignited a fever beneath her skin. Suddenly, she couldn’t get comfortable, and shifted, crossing and uncrossing her legs. It drew Hades attention, and after a moment, he placed a hand on her thigh.
She wasn’t sure what possessed her to say it—maybe it was the stress of the day or the tension in the cabin, but right now, all she wanted was to lose herself in him.
“I wish to worship you.”
