A crowd had gathered outside of the one-hundred-and-one story building. Security had stepped in to control them, erecting barriers. Several confused employees made their way inside amidst a screaming crowd. Persephone knew they were there for her, and she was glad the windows of Hades’ car were virtually black, making it impossible for anyone to see inside. Still, she slid lower in her seat, groaning.

“Oh no.”

Antoni raised a brow at her in the rearview mirror.

“Is something wrong, my lady?”

She met his gaze, almost confused by the question.

Of course, something is wrong!

The media, that crowd, they were threatening everything she’d worked so hard for.

“Can you drop me off around the block?” Persephone asked.

Antoni frowned. “Lord Hades instructed you were to be dropped off at the Acropolis.”

“Lord Hades isn’t here and, as you can see, that is not ideal,” she said, grinding her teeth. Then she took a breath to calm herself. “Please?”

The cyclops relented and did as she instructed. In the time it took them to get there, Persephone glamoured-up a pair of sunglasses and pulled her hair into a bun. It wasn’t much of a disguise, but it would get her farther than flashing her face to passerby’s.

Antoni glanced at her again and offered, “I can walk you to the door.”

“No, that’s okay, Antoni, thank you.”

The monster shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. “Hades won’t like this.”

She met Antoni’s gaze in the mirror. “You won’t tell him, will you?”

“It would be best, my lady. Lord Hades would provide you with a driver to take you to work and pick you up, and an Aegeus for protection.”

She didn’t need a driver and she didn’t need a guard.

“Please?” she begged Antoni. “Don’t tell Hades.”

She needed him to understand. She would only feel like a prisoner, something she’d been trying to escape for over eighteen years.

It took the cyclops some time to cave, but eventually, he nodded. “If you wish, my lady, but the first time something goes wrong, I’m calling the boss.”

Fine. She could work with that. She patted Antoni on the shoulder. “Thank you, Antoni.”

She left the safety of the car and kept her head down as she walked in the direction of the Acropolis. The roar of the crowd amplified as she neared, and she paused when she was within view—it had grown.

“Gods,” she moaned.

“You really got yourself into a pickle,” a voice said from over her shoulder. She spun and found a handsome, blue-eyed god standing behind her.

Hermes.