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because he knows
Persephone would have a cow if he let that pile of pus into his
halls," she snickered.
    "Wow, he must really be…" I didn't get to
finish my sentence because something else hit the wall, this time
shattering a wall sconce.
    "Hey! I really liked that lamp, it was from
Pottery Barn!" Carrie growled.
    I doubt anyone heard her though, because
Hades was still shouting, "…all you had to do was leave her dead,
find that little freak Sebastian and bring him home. But now,
because of your moment of pity, I've got Zeus all over my ass and
Peter the fucking gatekeeper's been let out of his cage. A pathetic
immortal that should be mortal is now my responsibility, and my
wife isn't speaking to me, because she thinks this whole mess was
some elaborate plan for me to get some hot chick down here to have
a hump fest with!"
    I heard Riley's deep voice. "I didn't act
purposely against your wishes. The Fates…"
    "The Fates? They may have gifted you with her
soul, but those pimply brats couldn't have done anything without
your will to see the girl made whole. Your will- which is why she's
now my responsibility."
    "I was appalled by Sebastian’s actions. I am
still appalled," Riley said.
    Hades laughed, "You’re not going soft on me?
Are you, Caisus?"
    "Never soft," Riley replied.
    "I love Riley," Carrie whispered, her head
next to mine, straining to hear.
    "Yeah, he's okay," I said, realizing the
truth of it when I said the words. I did like Riley, felt
completely comfortable with him. Wow, and he was male; how
weird.
    "No. I mean, I love Riley," Carrie said.
    Oh. "Oh! Does Riley know?"
    "I don't know. I practically drool all over
him whenever he's around, but he doesn't seem to notice. I think
he's shy," she said.
    "Um, does Riley, umm, swing that way?" I'm
sure there was a better way to ask, but my mama never taught
me.
    "I don't know. Maybe-"
    "Carrie! Stop listening at the door and fetch
the damn female, now!" Hades yelled.
    Carrie stood up, moving the chairs and
opening the door to hell, so to speak.
     
    Fabric covered walls and a floor covered in
pillows was not what I expected of Hades' domain. I anticipated
more bones and death décor, like the stone door we entered through-
not HAREMS R US. Of course, nothing could have prepared me for
Hades himself. My mama would have called him a sex buffet- a man
you'd want to go back to for seconds again and again.
    Long black leather clad legs, ending in black
boots with silver and diamond studded chain, were sprawled out in a
lazy invitation. An invitation made blatant by his broad muscled
shoulders and chest, barely contained by a blue silk shirt. His
nose was long, his chin was square and his eyes were deep blue
under long black lashes.
    As we stepped in front of him, he lounged
back on his giant floor pillow, cocked his head and ran his hand
through his wavy black hair. I found myself mesmerized, desperately
wanting to act on the enticement his body offered. I could see
myself straddling his lap, running my hands through his hair,
knowing that if I touched any part of him I'd burn up right there
on the spot.
    I wiped the drool off my mouth as he looked
me up and down.
    "Nice PJs," he snickered. "At least when my
wife sees you she'll believe me now."
    And just like that, like all the men my mama
found irresistible, for me, the spell was broken, and I knew
exactly what he was. An asshole.
    "Asshole," I said.
    Riley jumped in front of me and began pushing
me back. "Death shock. She doesn't know what she's saying," he
said.
    At the same time Hades whispered in
disbelief, "What did she just call me?"
    I knew I was in trouble. I should shut up and
go along with Riley's excuses. I even had a little voice in my head
telling me to run and hide, but I stopped listening to that voice
years ago.
    "Asshole. I called you an asshole," I
clarified.
    Riley turned around, his eyes wide, mouth
thinned into a pained expression. I ignored Riley, using the
opportunity to move out from behind