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“Well played, brother.” He clapped Hades on the back, and the god curled his fingers into a fist to keep from punching him.“You have the entire world swooning over yourcompassion.”
“Well done,” Hera said, sounding bored. She met Hades’ eyes only briefly before craning her neck, looking elsewhere across the room, her arm still looped through her husband’s.
“What are you talking about, Zeus?” Hades asked.
“The mortal!” he cried.“Using her slander to your advantage. Genius, really.”
Hades glared. He had not seen this as an opportunity to make himself look better and he hated that his brother was corrupting his intentions, but it was not surprising.
“I desire no such praise or attention,” Hades said. Persephone had valid points, and he listened.
“Of course you didn’t,” Zeus quipped, nudging Hades in the side, as if they were sharing some sort of secret.“I must admit, I kept my expectations low when I heard the Gala would be themed after your realm, but this…this is nice.”
“What praise,” Hades commented blandly.“If you’ll excuse me, I need a drink.”
Hades sidestepped his brother and Hera, and headed straight for the bar. He ordered a whiskey and downed it quickly, wondering how much longer he needed to stay here. It was not as if these people came for him or even the charity. It was about the fashion, the drinking, the dancing, the fun, except this was not Hades’ idea of fun. He had wanted to spend the night between Persephone’s legs, giving and receiving pleasure.
At that thought, he turned, and found the object of his scandalous thoughts a few steps away. His eyes were immediately drawn to her bare back, and he thought of how she had arched against him in the pool, desperate for pleasure. He approached, and he knew she felt him because she straightened and turned her head so that he could see the side of her face—delicate nose and pretty lips.
“Anything to critique, Lady Persephone?” he asked.
“No,” she said quietly, thoughtfully.“How long have you been planning The Halcyon Project?”
“Not long.”
“It will be beautiful.”
He leaned close, fingers skimming her shoulder, tracing the edges of the black appliqué that snaked down her back. She was warm, her skin soft, and she shivered each time they touched skin to skin.
“A touch of darkness,” he murmured, fingers trailing down the inside of her arm until they tangled with her own.“Dance with me.”
She turned to face him, head tilted so that their gazes met. He could see clear to her bright soul, and his darkness was drawn to it.
“All right.”
He drew her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles before leading her to the floor. He pulled her close, their hips touching, and he growled low in his throat. His cock grew taut, reminding him of the baths and how much he wanted to be inside her. He wondered what sort of headlines would splash across the media if he kissed her now and took her to the Underworld.
Hades abducts Persephone, he thought, fingers tightening around hers and her hip as he guided her through a dance, their gazes unwavering, the heat between them building, an inferno that became as cold as ice when she spoke.
“You should be dancing with Minthe.”
He gritted his teeth.“Would you prefer that I dance with her?”
“She’s your date.”
“She is not my date.” He had to work to control his frustration.“She is my assistant, as I have told you.”
“Your assistant doesn’t arrive on your arm to a gala.”
He recognized Hecate’s words as she spoke and seethed.
“You are jealous,” Hades said, smirking.
“I’m not jealous!” Her eyes flashed.“I will not be used, Hades.”
He frowned.“When have I used you?”
She stayed silent, her frustration palpable.
