Chapters (36)
- DEDICATION
- MORE BOOKS BY SCARLETT ST. CLAIR
- PART I
- CHAPTER I - A TOUCH OF DOUBT
- CHAPTER II - A TOUCH OF DUPLICITY
- CHAPTER III - A TOUCH OF INJUSTICE
- CHAPTER IV - A TOUCH OF WARNING
- CHAPTER V - ROYAL TREATMENT
- CHAPTER VI - LOVER’S QUARREL
- CHAPTER VII - TRUCE
- CHAPTER VIII - ABDUCTION
- CHAPTER IX - A TOUCH OF POISON
- CHAPTER X - GOD OF MUSIC
- CHAPTER XI - UNRAVELING
- PART II
- CHAPTER XII - THE DESCENT INTO HELL
- CHAPTER XIII - A TOUCH OF PANIC
- CHAPTER XIV - INIQUITY
- CHAPTER XV - A NETWORK OF SECRETS
- CHAPTER XVI - BREAKING POINT
- CHAPTER XVII - THE PLEASURE DISTRICT
- CHAPTER XVIII - THE FURIES
- CHAPTER XIX - GODDESS OF SPRING
- CHAPTER XX - COMPETITION
- CHAPTER XXI - A TOUCH OF BETRAYAL
- CHAPTER XXII - THE SEVEN MUSES
- CHAPTER XXIII - THE SOLSTICE CELEBRATION
- PART III
- CHAPTER XXIV - A TOUCH OF MADNESS
- CHAPTER XXV - COLLECTING PIECES
- CHAPTER XXVI - A TOUCH OF SERENITY
- CHAPTER XXVII - EMPOWERMENT
- CHAPTER XXVIII - A TOUCH OF RUIN
- THANK YOU FOR READING!
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
She glared up at him, but his expression was just as fierce.
“I’m not fucking Leuce.”
“There are other ways to cheat, Hades!” she pushed against his chest, but the god didn’t move. He was solid rock, an immovable, frustrating mountain.
“I’m not doing any of them!”
She stared at his chest and tried not to cry.
“Persephone,” Hades said her name and she closed her eyes against the desperation in his voice. “Persephone, please.”
“Let me go, Hades.”
He was quiet for a long moment.
“If you won’t listen now, will you let me explain later?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
“Please, Persephone. Give me the chance to explain.”
“I’ll let you know,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“Persephone,” he reached to brush her cheek, and she retreated from his touch, still not looking at him, which meant she didn’t see the expression on his face before he vanished.
When he was gone, the elevator doors opened, and Persephone found the whole newsroom gathered in front of the doors.
“What the fuck are you all staring at?” she snapped.
“Persephone,” Demetri was at the front of the group and jerked his thumb toward his office. “A moment.”
Grudgingly, she obeyed his direction and followed him. Once the door was closed, her boss took a seat beside her instead of behind his desk.
“You don’t have to tell me what’s really going on,” he said. “But you cannot act this way at work.”
“What way?”
“The elevator, the profanity,” he said.
“The elevator wasn’t my fault—”
She didn’t even want to imagine what people thought about the elevator. It was the dining room all over again.
Demetri held up his hand. “Look, I saw the Divine this morning. I know you’re going through some stuff. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?”
“No, I’m fine. I need the distraction,” she said.
“No, Persephone. You need to deal with your problems. Seriously. Leave.”
Persephone obeyed, feeling dazed as she left Demetri’s office, gathered her things, and heading to the first floor. She halted, seeing the crowd waiting outside. She couldn’t face them or rehash what was in the paper today, so she entered the elevator again and chose to go to the basement.
She found Pirithous in the maintenance office. He sat at his desk, distracted by something in front of him.
“Hey,” Persephone said.
Pirithous did a double take. Clearly, he hadn’t expected to see her in the doorway of his office. He rushed to cover what he was working on, and Persephone rose on her tiptoes, curious.
“What are you up to?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing,” he said, and stood awkwardly. “Can I help you?”
He seemed nervous, rubbing his hands on his uniform, so she smiled.
“I need help,” she said. “Can you get me out of here?”