Page 208 of The Games Gods Play
“They feared any other god wouldn’t be able to hold off Athena if she decides to attack you on the way.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t thought about that.
Hades crosses to me in his slow prowl of a walk, coming closer but not close enough. Then he holds out a hand to me. “Let’s go.”
I peer closer, but he’s still a wall of nothing. Not a single damned emotion.
“I tried to tell Demeter. About Persephone, I mean…”
He lowers his hand to his side slowly. “You what?”
I flinch because that is very real anger. But I don’t back down, tipping my chin up. “If Diego wins, she’ll be queen. She could help her own daughter herself. She deserves to know.”
Hades spears a hand through his hair, pacing away. “They won’t let her. She’s going to bring down everything, start a war—”
“That’s what Aphrodite said.”
He whirls on me and clasps his hands behind his back as if he’s physically restraining himself from unleashing on me. “You told her—”
“She said she would keep the secret and not tell Demeter. For the same reason you just said.”
“Damn it, my star—”
“Don’t. Don’t call me that.” The words lash out from me. But I can’t listen to that endearment. Not anymore.
He snaps his mouth closed.
“I’m not going to apologize,” I tell him. “I thought I was doing the right thing with the limited information I had. If you had told me everything from the beginning, we really would be in a much better place now.”
Hades glares. “There is no other way—”
I take a step forward. “Bullshit.”
His jaw works. “Every person I’ve ever trusted has betrayed me.”
I want to soften at that. I feel my insides squish a little, but I don’t let him see. “You could have trusted me.”
His head rears back slowly, arrogance and impatience becoming a mantle over his face. “This isn’t helping anyone.”
Then he stalks closer to grab me by the arm, and we blink out. When we blink back in, we’re standing with all the other champions and their patron gods on the flat, cracked earth of a desert somewhere in the Overworld. Night—somewhere far from Olympus, then.
“Don’t die,” Hades says as he lets go, already turning away from me.
“Were you really going to make Boone into a god, or was that a lie to get on my good side?”
He pauses, then barely cants his head in my direction. All I see is the side of his face, his jaw clenched. “Finish this Labor and go home, Lyra. Forget about everything that happened here.”
Then he’s gone.
And I have my answer.
part 8
the spoils
Fates, curses, and prophecies be damned.
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