A Touch of Chaos by Scarlett St. Clair

Author:Scarlett St. Clair
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks

Before they left for Ares’s island, Persephone visited Harmonia. As soon as she walked into the room, she knew something was wrong. The air was stifling, thick with sickness, and she was immediately reminded of visits to Lexa in the hospital.

It reminded her of death.

Dread built in the back of her throat, and then she saw Harmonia and went cold.

The goddess was pale, her lips colorless, and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Sybil lay beside her, and Aphrodite sat on the other side, while Opal was whimpering at her feet. They were both crying.

Hecate stood near, her expression sorrowful.

“No,” Persephone whispered.

“She is not yet gone,” said Hecate. “But it won’t be long. I have done everything I can.”

“We’ll get the fleece in time,” Persephone said.

I promise, she wanted to add but could not bring herself to speak the words aloud.

Aphrodite shifted to face her, vigorously wiping tears from her swollen face.

“Be careful, Persephone,” she said. “Ares is a cruel god.”

Any hope Persephone had had that she might sway Ares with Aphrodite’s suffering suddenly vanished at her warning.

“I thought he was your friend,” she said.

Aphrodite’s gaze shifted to Harmonia as she answered in a whisper.

“Perhaps he isn’t anymore.”

Hecate approached. “It is true that Ares is cruel, but he is also a coward. If you wound him, he will run.”

“I thought he was the God of Courage,” Persephone said.

Hecate smiled. “He is, but he is also the god of its opposite.”

Persephone left the suite. Once she stepped into the hallway, she felt like she could breathe again. The air was cool and cleansing, yet it did not ease her anxiety.

Harmonia had taken a turn for the worse and quickly.

Now she worried that Hades would too.

She continued down the hall and found her husband waiting in the foyer, and though she had expected him, she was surprised by the way he was dressed. He wore a pair of dark tactical pants and a gray shirt that only seemed to draw attention to his chest and shoulders. His hair was wet and pulled into a bun at the back of his head. It seemed ridiculous to say, but she found this version of Hades incredibly attractive.

She had expected him to show up in a suit, no matter how impractical.

“What is it?” Hades asked, suddenly concerned.

“What?” she asked, surfacing from her thoughts.

“You’re staring. Is it the shirt?” he asked, pulling at the fabric. “Hermes said this would be appropriate.”

“It isn’t the shirt, Hades,” Persephone said, laughing.

“She thinks you’re hot, you idiot,” said Hermes as he approached. “For someone who gets laid so often, you are really fucking oblivious.”

He was wearing skintight biker shorts and a bright green shirt. Hippolyta’s belt was cinched tight around his waist.

“Gods, you’re like a fucking beacon,” said Hades. “Ares is going to see you coming from the shore.”

Hermes crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t realize we were conducting a sneak attack.”

“Why are you wearing a fanny pack?” Persephone asked, noticing the small pouch hanging low on his waist.

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