Page 49 of Learn My Lesson
“Give us time, Meg.” Hercules kisses the top of my head.
Pain lances through me. “You two want?—”
“No.” Hades shakes his head. “Give us time. All three of us.”
I stare up at him. Surely he isn’t saying what I think he’s saying. I lick my lips, striving to calm my racing heart. It’s no use. “The three of us.”
“Yes.” He looks deadly serious for once. No amusement. No cruelty. Just Hades. “We could be a true triad.” His lips quirk. “At least we could if we get out of each other’s way long enough to make it happen.”
What he’s saying, what they’re both saying… Surely it can’t be that simple? I’ve seen plenty of successful poly relationships in the Underworld, but we’ve never tried it ourselves. Yes, we’re open, but that’s different. It’s always just been fucking, with Hades and I circling each other the only constant. “What about your revenge?”
“It will take shape regardless of what happens with us here now.”
The words are right, but something is off in his tone. Maybe he distrusts this perfect solution as much as I do. I run my hands over Hercules’s arms where he holds me. “This can’t be the life you wanted. To chain yourself to us.”
“Why don’t you let me worry about what I want?” Hercules gives me a squeeze. “What I want is you. Both of you.”
“You hate us.” Why can’t I let this go and just accept it? It’s easier to let lust and love have their way than to pick apart their solution, but I can’t seem to stop. “You’re furious at us for lying to you, for trapping you.”
“Yeah, I was.” He chuckles against my hair. “Maybe I’m still kind of pissed, but you were right before: I have no one to blame but myself.”
He’s too good. Too pure. We’ll tarnish him. It might take a few weeks, months, years, but eventually he’ll lose that shine and start compromising the values that makes Hercules the man he is.?3 He won’t be able to avoid it, not if he wants to survive this world. It hurts me to think about, but telling him to go would hurt too. “This can’t possibly work,” I whisper.
“We won’t know unless we try it for real.” Hercules runs his hands over my body like he’s trying to soothe a startled animal. “We can do this. There will be some bumps along the way, some mistakes, but we can make it work with a whole lot of communication.”
I reach up and tentatively touch Hades’s chin. He’s staring at me like he can read the doubts on my soul. I can’t seem to stop shaking. “This is a trick.”
“No trick.” He covers my hand with his, sealing me to him. “This is…an alternate route.”
An alternate route. As if it is really that simple. “But?—”
“Megaera.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but he doesn’t have to for me to know I won’t like what he’s about to say. “I am not Declan. After all this time, you should know that. I won’t treat you as carelessly as he did. Ever.”
Hercules tenses. “Who is Declan?”
How dare Hades spill forth my darkest shame like that? His eyes are still tender, but there’s a challenge there now too. He’s willing to compromise his vengeance, to offer a part of himself up on the altar that could be this new relationship. Am I willing to do the same? I close my eyes and let the soft sound of their breathing soothe me. I’m scared. I’m so scared. “Declan is the man who convinced me to bargain myself away to further his own goals. He wanted something only Hades could provide and so he convinced me to make a deal on his behalf. My freedom for his ambition.”
Hercules’s shocked inhale is too pure. “You took that deal?”
“I had my reasons.”
I open my eyes; I can’t help it. Hades is looking at me just like he did that first day, all warmth and danger and a sweet possession that calls to every part of me. I lick my lips. “Do you remember the first thing you said to me upon sealing that bargain?”
He strokes the back of my hand. “That you are destined to be a queen, not some man’s pawn.”
Hercules is still tense behind me. “You let her sell herself for some piece of shit. What the fuck, Hades?”
He lifts his gaze to the man behind me. “I’d think you would know by now that I’m not a good man, little Hercules. I wanted Meg from the first moment I saw her, and when she offered herself to me, I took her.”
Hercules huffs out a breath. “Yeah, I get that. That’s not my problem, Hades. You let that bastard profit off her sacrifice.”
“Ah. That.” Hades presses a kiss to my knuckles and releases me. “Would you like to tell him, love, or should I?”
It’s been a long, long time since I thought about Declan or the beginning of my relationship with Hades—at least before Hercules came into our lives. He didn’t fuck me that first year I was under contract with him. He simply trained me in everything from kink to the politics of Carver City. There were nights where we’d talk for hours after a scene, and I felt like I’d found another part of my soul I didn’t know I was missing.
It strikes me that I have that same sensation with Hercules too, albeit in a very different way.
My chest goes warm and tight. “Declan was running a small territory just south of Yasmina’s father’s.” A vicious part of me rises to the fore at the memory and I smile. “About a year after we made our bargain, Hades dismantled his support system in the space of a week. And when he came crawling into the Underworld to beg for help, Hades exiled him from the city entirely.”
