Her feelings were all over the place. She felt awe that Hades had started so many wonderful organizations, but frustrated and embarrassed that she didn’t know about any of them. Why hadn’t he told her? Why hadn’t she stumbled across any of this during her research of the God of the Dead?
Gods, she looked like such a jerk, having written such slander about him. Perhaps that’s why so many of these people were eager to tell her about all his accomplishments, to further prove her wrong.
Damn his humbleness.
The tour continued a little while longer, and several introductions were made. Persephone met the people behind each of Hades’ charity initiatives. At the end, Katerina turned and said, “If there’s nothing else, I’d be happy to escort you downstairs, my lady.”
What about Hades’ office?
Luckily, Lexa intervened.
“I’ll take it from here, Katerina. Persephone and I need to finalize some plans, anyway.”
“Oh…”
“Thank you so much Katerina,” Persephone said before the woman could protest. “I’m very excited to tell Hades how wonderful you’ve been.”
That worked like a charm. Katerina smiled and gave a very flustered, “Why, thank you so much, Lady Persephone.”
When they were alone, Lexa leaned forward. “You wanna see Hades’ office?”
“You know it.”
They giggled like schoolgirls as Lexa led her up a third flight of stairs. This floor was all dedicated office space, and Persephone and Lexa wound their way through a set of cubicles before reaching a row of offices at the back of building.
“Here it is!” Lexa said, gesturing to the space with her arms spread wide as she stepped inside.
It was a glass box.
Persephone hesitated at the door. It reminded her of her mother’s home, and for a moment, she had the strange feeling that this was all a well-orchestrated trap. Hades desk sat before a lead-detailed window that made it appear like he was sitting upon a throne while he was at his desk. It was over-the-top and intimidating, and she would bet money he used this desk less than the one in his office at Nevernight.
She stepped inside just as someone call for Lexa.
“Crap,” she looked at Persephone. “I’ll be right back.”
Persephone nodded as her best friend disappeared. Her eyes dropped to Hades’ desk. There were only two things on it: a vase of white narcissus and a picture of her. It was snapped in the Underworld, in one of Hades’ gardens. She picked it up, wondering when he had taken it.
“Curious?”
Persephone jumped, dropping the frame. Before it could hit the ground, Hades caught it and returned it to its place. The goddess twisted toward him, bracing a hand on the desk.
How did someone with such mass move so quickly, she thought. He stood close, his scent hitting her hard, and she was reminded of last night when he’d taken her to bed, claimed her, marked her, possessed her. She hadn’t expected a simple conversation about Apollo to set him off, but it had in ways she’d never imagined.
“How long have you been here?” she breathed.
One of Hades’ powers was invisibility. It was possible he’d been in this office the whole time, even more likely that he’d followed along on the tour without any of them knowing.
“Always suspicious,” he said.
“Hades—” she warned.
“Not long,” he said. “I received a frantic call from Ivy who chastised me for not letting her know you were stopping by.”
Persephone’s brows drew together. “You have a phone?”
“For work, yes,” he said.
“Why didn’t I know that?”