more than a mistress. I turned to walk toward Hades’ office. I stood in the hallway in front of Hades’ office before placing my hand on the door. It was amazing how that the mildew smell had just become natural to me—I didn’t think twice about it anymore. I pushed open the door and walked in.
“I was waiting for you, my sweet,” Hades said the moment he saw me.
The anger I had felt dissipated at the look in his eye. He smiled as I walked slowly over to him behind the black glass desk. I outlined the edge with my finger before I took my place in Hades’ waiting lap.
“So was your visit with Circe a good one?” I asked. He turned me to face him and moved a small strand of hair from my face.
“It is the same with all of the gods and goddesses. They always come with threats.”
“Well, my love, don’t worry about them. I am all you need to worry about. I just came to say goodnight. I am tired.” I lay my head on Hades’ shoulder. My words were true—he did need to worry about me leaving his ass.
“Did you eat well, my love?” He caressed my shoulder, and I nodded. “Well, I will wait for you in the morning, my love. I must go to the underworld to take care of some things.” My eyes widened and as he confirmed that, we were not in the underworld after all.
“Goodnight, my love.” I leaned into a soft kiss, smiling as our noses touched.
We stood, and he took me by the hand. I had the chance to bring up the question of Persephone, but I didn’t. Maybe I do like being his mistress and I’m just fooling myself thinking I’m better than that ... Hades seemed genuine in his love for me, but really, a mistress? We walked out of his office and into the hallway, where Bion now waited.
“Goodnight, my sweet.” Hades kissed my fingertips. “Bion, show my sweet Antonia to her room, I must go to the underworld. Please attend to her every need.” He placed my hand in Bion’s and we began to walk down the hallway. I glanced over my shoulder and saw black smoke swallow Hades, leaving a grey, smoky residue in his place. I turned my head and we were back in the room in which Hades and I had made love. Bion stopped at the door and released my hand. I did need to rest after the day I’d had, but I was angry and needed answers. I put my hand on Bion’s shoulder.
“Take me to my friend, Annie the witch,” I said sternly, sure that Annie would still be willing to help me.
Chapter 3
Antonia
“Miss, the witch that was your friend.” The way he said it alarmed me, because I still wanted Annie as my friend. He turned to walk down the dark dreary hallway and I followed.
Since I sent her away, I realized that she might not want me as a friend anymore. My thoughts flashed back to Annie and I as roommates and best friends in college, then to her standing smugly as she reversed the spell on me just hours before giving me the memories of my past life back. Now, she sat in a place only the gods knew where, that smelled pungent with mildew.
I nodded for Bion to continue, and he opened the door to stairs leading down into the darkness of a dungeon. When we reached the bottom, I looked around the dark stonewalled room that housed two cells with wrought iron bars that looked ancient. It was dark. The only light was from two candelabra that dripped with wax on the stone floor at the bottom of the stairway. I found Annie still bound by the wind Hades had used to bind her from her powers. My old friend’s eyes widened as fear jumped into her eyes. The dark circles and frown seemed like exhaustion but she began to shake her head as I stepped closer.
“Annie?” I walked toward her, concerned by her fear. A muffled mumble was all I could hear. I looked at Bion “Release her mouth please.” I nodded for him to free her from the binds.
Reluctantly, he released the binds by capturing the wind in his hand and throwing it to the floor of the dungeon. With her mouth unbound, he stepped away from her as she