Page 79 of Hades

“Good thing we don’t have to take this too far.” I wink.

We both load up our arms, slipping the bags’ handles onto them before picking up the drinks in the carrier.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Let me text Ashley to come get the car,” he pulls out his phone and when he’s done he nods.

We walk around the back of the restaurant and once we verify that no one is in sight, I transport us and the food back to the Underworld.

We arrive in the living room and it’s too quiet. Harper is sitting next to Stone and Phoenix. Nile is on the other side of the room, staring into the fire.

My guys rush to help with bags as does Stone.

“Fuck, Drevi. Did you buy the whole menu?” Pyro asks.

“If you don’t want it, give it back,” I tell him.

He winks and takes the bags after setting the drinks on the table.

“I’ll go get some plates, napkins, and such and then we can eat and talk battle strategies,” I say.

“I can help you,” Harper chimes in.

“Follow me,” I say, giving the remaining bags to War and Frank.

Once we are in the hall, then I speak, “How are my men treating you?”

“Perfect gentleman. Who knew the four horsemen of the apocalypse were so great? You’d think it was all doom and gloom, blood and gore, but they seem just the opposite,” she comments.

“You should see them in battle, they are anything but. So, how is it that we both have multi-soul mates?” I ask.

“Lucky, I guess. I bet it drives my father crazy that we are so fortunate, but at the same time he couldn’t whore himself out like he does.”

“I don’t think that would stop him.” I laugh.

“You know you’re right,” Harper agrees.

”I’m surprised that Hera hasn’t made a trophy out of his parts yet. If he were mine, I would find a way to stop him from sleeping around. Or I’d like to think I could.”

Before she comments back, we arrive at the kitchen.

“The plates are in the far cabinet on the left and napkins are in the drawer just under them,” I say as I head to the fridge.

“Lady Hades, do you need some assistance?” Lainie chimes in.

“Oh, Lainie, yes, please. Help me gather what one would need for hamburgers and pizza. I’ll gather the silverware.”

Lainie tries to hold in a giggle.

“What?” I ask.

“You really don’t need a fork or anything to enjoy those. Here take the ketchup and I’ll meet you in the living room with all the fixings.”

I huff as I take the cold, plastic bottle from her. I exit the room and Harper follows, but is silent on the way back to where our men wait.

Harper and hermen joke and share a bit here and there. Well, all but Nile. He has a sour expression that doesn’t change even when he is chewing.

“What is wrong with you, Nile?” I ask.

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