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streaming down her back, and embraced the cool night air. She danced with a freedom he’d never known, had never seen in another. She was so full of grace, and joy, and wild abandon. And he desired her like he’d desired no other woman.
    He stepped forward, his blood boiling at the need to claim her. She represented all he needed in a mate, everything he had lost, and everything he could not have back. She could be the balm to the rage in his soul. But what could he offer her?
    The hidden invitation of the song was not for daemons like him, especially coming from a
    woman like her. She deserved a man who would speak to her, laugh with her, dance with her, and be with her. He could do none of those things without endangering her life. He had nothing to offer her expect a world of sorrow and pain. He would rather will himself out of existence than watch this beautiful woman die, screaming in agony.
    The last thoughts gave him the strength to turn away. He wanted this child of nature to live a long and happy life before Death took her. She would marry a man who loved her, have children, and sing in the dark night without ever having met him.
    Please keep her safe, he prayed to whatever being answered the prayers of gods and daemons. And keep her far, far away from me.

Chapter 3
    HADES GRABBED the Titan’s massive shoulder and rammed the blade of the sword
    through the man’s heart. The satisfying gush of blood over his gauntlet was dampened by the knowledge that the damage wasn’t permanent and the Titan would heal.
    Shoving the howling Titan from him, Hades tore the whole jagged length of the serrated
    blade from the body. The air behind him shifted. Hades thrust his sword back as he dropped to his knee. The blade met instant resistance, than gave as he shoved his hand against the hilt and screamed his rage.
    A blade glanced weakly off Hades’ armored shoulder and fell to the dirt beside him. The
    Titan fell against his back, skewered on Hades’ sword. Hades rose, shedding the dead weight and jerking the jagged blade from the body. He glanced down at the bleeding Titan.
    The man gasped. Blood bubbled from his mouth. The punctured lung would hurt like hell
    and be a long time healing.
    Hades grinned and scanned the battlefield, searching for his next opponent. No one was left standing. Bodies littered the flat landscape like broken toys strewn across the hearth. Some were trapped beneath boulders thrown by the Hundred-Handed. Others were groaning as their injured bodies began the slow healing process.
    He grunted. If this was any example of the battles they fought for ten years, it was no wonder the Olympian had needed him. He understood the fall of the Titans today, but the weakness of the Olympians appalled him. Notwithstanding the added advantage he’d given them, they’d
    fallen under the force of the Titans.
    “Disgusting isn’t it?”
    Hades turned to the ebony haired goddess dressed in black armor, standing behind him, the sharp tip of her serrated sword pointed at his throat. Damn, he’d made his first mistake of the day! Never let your guard down, especially when the bitch was on the battlefield.
    “So weak and defenseless,” she mocked him. “It amazes me they rule this world.”
    “They must not be all bad. You took their side.”
    She smiled. “I just wanted to shed blood.” The pressure intensified with the twist of the blade. A slender trickle of blood slithered down his throat. “Didn’t give a shit who it belonged to.”
    He flashed to her, grabbing her around the waist, and tossing her like a doll. She spun
    through the air, landing lightly on her toes. He winced at the sheer force of her magic as it poured over him, threatening to crush him. It tasted of violence and bloodlust, like serrated knives slicing into his soul.
    He attacked back, hating her with every cell of his body, and yet in the deepest part of his soul, he was grateful to her. Without her coldness, and her brutality, he