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wouldn’t have survived in this world or the depths of Tartarus. His particular brand of wild magic sliced her like a thousand broken shards of glass. She bled, but not for long.
    Her next move stopped him cold. She laughed, pulling her magic back like a snake coiling
    around her warrior lean body, ready to strike at the first sign of weakness. She sheathed her sword, put her hand on her slender hip, and looked him up and down.
    “You’re resilient, if nothing else,” she said. “You look no worse for your captivity. Maybe you’re stronger for it.”
    “It took you long enough to get me out, Mother.”
    Her smile died. “I should’ve left you there to rot. A true son of mine would never be caught in such a childish trap. He would have died in the fighting, or at least not allow a woman to be his downfall.”
    He laughed scornfully in her face, knowing to her, any vulnerability was an invitation to attack. Strength and violence were the only things she understood.
    “What woman?” he asked.
    Eris’ eyes narrowed.
    “Ah, yes. That woman.” He would rather return to Tartarus than speak of his half-sister
    Leuce to her. He spat on the ground. “Can’t think of her name now. Such is the price of young love.”
    She grunted and ran her pale hands down her armor, using magic to clean the blackened
    surface. “I heard she haunted you.”
    “Yes, she did. But then she was only one among many.”
    She smiled, and that smile sent shivers of fear through him. The woman was pure evil. “I
    knew there was a reason I didn’t have Thanatos kill you at birth. You’re proving yourself worthy to be my son.”
    Ignoring the rare compliment, he gestured toward the small group coming their way.
    “Olympians. It appears some did survive well enough to walk.”
    She sneered. “Probably hid in their palace and waited for us to do their work. Too bad I
    missed them.”
    “Whose side were you on?”
    She smiled again. “My own.”
    She turned away without another word and disappeared. He shook his head. That was his
    mother: cold bitch of the battlefield.
    He wondered if he too could disappear, but it was too late. The large Cyclops with Zeus and Poseidon was shouting his name.
    He waved, forcing a semblance of politeness as he greeted the group, “Zeus, Poseidon—”
    “Hades. Good fight.” Zeus turned to the Cyclops. “Um…Whatever his name wants to give
    you something.”
    Hades grounded his teeth at Zeus’ obvious dislike and rudeness toward the giant man. Hades wasn’t in the mood to be civil, but he wasn’t about to be blatantly rude either.
    Looking at the one eyed giant, wondered if this was Kale. There were several Cyclops in the camp, but Kale was the only Cyclops he’d met so far.
    The Cyclops flashed him a large, pointed-tooth smile. “Ourns,” he rumbled.
    Hades bowed his head. “My friend. Ourns, what can I do for you?”
    “Made Hades a gift, we did.” He opened his large hand. In the middle of his palm, he held a stunning silver helmet. “Hades has no helmet. Hades accepts the helmet, he will?”
    He smiled. “Yes. Hades accepts.” He lifted the surprisingly light helmet from Ourns hand.
    “Thank you, Ourns.”
    The Cyclops grinned, inclined his head and lumbered away, stepping on the bodies of friend and foe. Zeus cringed. Poseidon winced. Hades kept his face impassive at the screams following the giant man.
    Poseidon shivered. “Revolting creatures. I don’t know why you keep them around, brother.
    They should be returned to Tartarus with the rest of the monsters.”
    Hades arched a brow. “Is that how you reward your allies? Imprisonment?”
    Hades didn’t doubt that would be his fate if Poseidon had his chance. He dared them to try it.
    This war would look like a skirmish compared to the fury he’d bring down upon their heads.
    “Of course not,” Zeus answered before Poseidon could even think of a clever lie. “We’re
    gathering at Mount Olympus in one week’s time and I will