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“Have you met my brother?” Hades asked.
“Unfortunately, yes. He’s my father,” Hermes said, and then he clapped his hands, rubbing them together—eager for drama, no doubt. “Well, I’ll see you two soon.”
Hermes left, and Persephone turned to Hades.
“Do you think it is true? That he is summoning us to bless our marriage?”
Blesswas a generous word.
“I will not venture to guess,” he said.
She frowned and paused a moment before asking, “What do I wear?”
He almost laughed, but considering they were about to present together at an Olympian feast for the first time, the way they dressed needed to make a statement, to convey they were already united even if Zeus said no.
“Let me dress you.”
She narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “Do you really think that is wise?”
“Yes.” He hooked an arm around her waist, bringingher flush against him. “For one, it will not take long, which means we have approximately fifty-nine minutes for anything you may desire.”
“Anything?” she asked, rising higher on the tips of her toes.
“Yes,” he whispered, his blood roaring to life beneath her stare.
“Then I desire,” she said, voice quiet and breathy, “a bath.”
Hades laughed, grinning wide, and it felt good to laugh given the evening they were about to have.
“Coming up, my queen.”
CHAPTER XXXIX
HADES
Hades took his time admiring Persephone.
When it came to dressing himself, he preferred simplicity, and while he’d applied the same concept to the gown he’d manifested for Persephone, on her, it was magnificent. There was something regal about the way it draped over her body. She wore it like a queen.
“Drop your glamour,” he said, the words a low command.
She did not hesitate, and he felt a rush as her magic slipped away. He liked watching her transform, as he imagined she did him. They so rarely existed in this state together, it felt sinful and almost erotic.
“Just one more thing,” he said, and as he lifted his hands, a crown of iron grew between them.
“Are you making a statement, my lord?” she asked as he placed it on her head.
“I thought that was obvious,” he said.
“That I belong to you?” she asked with a pointed stare.
“No,” he said, tilting her head back. “That we belong to each other.”
He pressed his lips to hers in a tame kiss, conveying nothing of the desire raging beneath his skin. Seeing her like this was a dream.
“You are beautiful, my darling,” he said, his voice quiet, admiring.
She was quiet too, studying his face, and he grew worried when he couldn’t quite place her expression.
