Page 67 of Hades

I pretend to gag as I return my head to War’s chest. “They just can’t leave me alone to enjoy this night here with you four, can they?”

“Don’t look now, but I think I see Poseidon heading this direction.”

“Gah, come on,” I say, unwrapping myself from him and taking his hand. “Let’s get some punch or alcohol. Yes, alcohol may be needed for me to survive this night with my brothers lurking.”

On the way to the makeshift bar, there is a crowd of women fighting to get my brothers’ attention.

“Yes, I need a big drink. Those two asshats can’t let me enjoy anything on my own,” I complain as War hands me my drink. It’s a light-blue color with red sugar around the rim.

“Any good? Frank picked out all the cocktails himself. Honestly, I’m surprised he isn’t back there tending the bar himself,” War remarks with a laugh.

“I’d have to punish him later if he was.” I wink. “This drink is amazing. What’s it called?”

Hot breath fans my neck. “Elixir of Fortune.”

“Frank, it’s a great drink.”

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in close. “Once you finish your drink, it’s my turn for a dance.”

“Why wait?”

I hand my drink to War without hesitation as I spin in Frank’s arms.

“Let’s go now.”

“As my lady wishes.”

He takes my hand, leading me into the middle of the crowd.

I lean in and whisper, “Everyone’s staring.”

“That’s because they are jealous of how amazing you look.”

“Or maybe it’s you, you are gorgeous.” I run a hand down his chest.

“You’re going to make me blush.”

I reach up to place my lips on his when a scream pierces theair. Frank and I break apart, and I call for my scythe. It glistens in the pulsing lights as we make our way to two women fighting over Poseidon.

“I saw him first, back off, you slut.”

“No, he said that he’d save me a dance. Didn’t you, sweetie?”

I can’t help but roll my eyes at his costume—a male mermaid. He went all-out but not with a beard like Zeus. His tight pants are scales, and he has a golden crown and a matching trident. I’m glad I didn’t eat anything before we came to the party.

Stepping up between the ladies, I ask, “Do we have a problem here?”

“Not at all, I was just trying to get the dance I was promised from King Triton here,” a woman dressed as a vampire replies.

A fairy with rainbow hair and matching wings doesn’t let me get a word in when she says, “No, sweetie, it’s my turn for a dance.”

“What if I cut him down the middle and then he can dance with both of you?” I pipe in.

“Sister, I don’t like this idea at all,” my brother complains.

“Well, if you weren’t here doling out promises to women with no intention of keeping them, we wouldn’t have a problem,” I scold him, using my godly tone.

“We aren’t in the Underworld, don’t judge me,” he orders.

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