A Touch of Ruin (Hades & Persephone 2)

And an obvious example of why she couldn’t marry him.

Not yet, anyway.

How could he think of asking her to be his wife—his queen—when she had no idea about any of this? Was this not an empire she would also inherit?

Hades looked away, his throat constricting as he swallowed whatever unease had crept into his consciousness. “I will tell you everything.”

She had no doubt. She would make sure of that. She had so many questions. She wanted to know every person who entered this club, what businesses they owned, and just how much of the world Hades controlled.

Part of her wanted to ask him what he thought she’d do when she found out about Iniquity, but it was obvious he thought she’d leave.

“I think I’ve heard enough tonight,” she answered. “I’d rather go home.”

“Would you like Antoni to take you?”

She smiled a little, realizing that he thought she meant she wanted to return to her apartment.

“You might as well take me,” she said. “We are going to the same place, after all.”

His lips curled, and he put an arm around her waist, drawing her close before teleporting to the Underworld.

***

Persephone couldn’t sleep.

She lay still, cradled against Hades’ warmth, and agonized. Not over what she had learned about the God of the Dead, but over what Kal had said about Lexa.

If you thought Lexa was going to live, would you have come?

Kal was right, of course. Persephone couldn’t deny that she had sought a cure for Lexa’s injuries at Iniquity, and she’d done so out of the fear that she wouldn’t recover. The fear that, even if she did, she might not be the same.

She closed her eyes against the pain and left Hades’ chamber.

The halls of the palace were quiet and lit by the light of the night sky. Hades hadn’t succeeded to capture the brightness of the sun, but he managed the moon well. Maybe that had something to do with Hecate’s presence in the Underworld, though, she did not know for certain.

She cut through the dining hall and made her way into the kitchen. She’d never been in this part of the palace before. Hades always had food brought to them at the dining table or the library, the office or the bedroom.

Turning on the light, she found a modern and spotless kitchen. The cabinets were white, the countertops black marble, and the appliances stainless steel. She shuffled over the cold floor and began to search the cupboards for supplies, finding pans, mixing bowls and utensils.

That was the easy part.

The hardest part was finding the ingredients to bake something.

Anything.

She ended up gathering enough ingredients to make a simple vanilla cake and icing. It took her a few minutes to figure out how the stove worked. The one she used in her apartment was much older and had knobs not buttons.

Once the oven was preheating, she set to work, focusing on her task. There was something relaxing about baking. Maybe she liked it so much because it felt like alchemy, measuring each ingredient to perfection, creating something that would bewitch the senses.

Not to mention that the act always took her mind off things, but as soon as she popped her cake into the oven, an overwhelming sense of dread stole her breath. Frantic to stop it, she started to clean. Even though Hades’ kitchen had a dishwasher, she scrubbed every item by hand, rinsed, dried, and replaced them in the cupboards. After that, she focused on cleaning the stainless steel she’d smeared with her fingerprints.

By the time she was finished, the only indication anyone had used the kitchen was the smell of her cake baking.

The timer on the oven still showed she had fifteen more minutes. Fifteen minutes to be alone with her agonizing thoughts.

She turned on her music, hoping it would provide the distraction she needed. She clicked through the first few songs, their timbre dark and cold. Those songs reminded her of Lexa, the lyrics tangled with her thoughts and drudging up memories she didn’t want to recall. The longer she clicked through each song, the more she realized that it didn’t matter how the music sounded, it all reminded her of Lexa.

She turned it off, suddenly feeling exhausted. Her eyes were gritty, and her limbs were heavy. She sank to the floor; her body illuminated by the oven light, and drew her knees to her chest.