Tags:
Drama,
Fiction,
Paranormal,
Young Adult,
Teenager,
teen,
teen fiction,
greek mythology,
hades,
Shoes,
coming-of-age novel,
paranormal humor
in a snit because Zeus won the big enchilada, cosmically speaking. This was his Olympus.
âAnd he allows souls who pass to keep their bodies, so that he doesnât have to look at shades. ExceptââCaz sported a wry grimaceââhe doesnât get it quite right.â
I huffed. âAnd they have to do his bidding.â I thought of Ben.
Caz laughed. âThat too.â
I frowned, thinking about how the shades by the river would be there forever. Poor miserable things.
Caz scanned the area. He was fidgety and nervous and I was sure he was looking for the sudden reappearance of Cerberus. Or maybe Hades.
âSome souls are doomed, either by one of the gods or by something theyâve done,â he explained. âTheyâre stuck on the other side of the river, or down in the Pit, or theyâre wandering in far worse places.â
âHorrific way to spend eternity,â I said softly.
His voice was almost bitter. âYes it is. Remember that, when you anger Hades. None of the gods are to be trusted. Theyâve proven fickle and heartless to both humanity and their own kind, uncountable times.â
Caz looked sad, and I felt my heart constrict in response. Even though I didnât know what his particular arrangement with Hades was, I didnât want to see anyone suffer. Hades might even be pitied too; while Poseidon and Zeus enjoyed their realms, there wasnât much in the Underworld to be cheery about. So he created his own happy place.
My fingers lightly touched Cazâs and we smiled awkwardly at each other.
âSo whatâs your story, Sharisse?â
Looking into his soft eyes, I wanted to tell him the whole sad tale, but I couldnât. A cute face wasnât worth an extra day in this place, and Iâd suffer much worse than that if I dropped so much as a vowel. Nondisclosure was the binding rule. Shaking my head, I just said, âCall me Shar. And I canât talk about it. What about you?â
Caz looked across the twilight landscape; it seemed there was a nighttime here. âI canât tell you, either.â His tone was distant.
âThen weâre at an impasse, I guess.â I wasnât really surprised. Probably everyone down here had secrets. I know I had mine.
Awkward silence.
âSo, Hades is having this party,â I began. âThe WâUnderÂworld Ball. Will you come?â
Caz turned to me. âHeâs throwing a ball without Persephone here?â
I grimaced. âYeah, Iâm the substitute hostess.â I brightened. âAnd, as a good hostess, Iâm inviting you.â
Caz looked at me doubtfully. âI donât know. Persephone has an awful temper, and when she finds out youâre here, first sheâll scream at Hades, then feed you to Cerberus, and finish by making life miserable for the rest of us. I think Iâll camp out in a cave until that war is over. Itâll be quieter and safer.â
I snuck a sideways glance at his strong jawline, pink lips, and patrician nose. Quite the package. If only ⦠but that wasnât possible. He was here, and if he wasnât dead, he had his own problems with Hades, so there was no taking him with me if I was freed or could escape.
âWell, please think about coming anyway. I wonât know anyone but you and Ben.â
Caz tried to smother a snicker. âBe careful of old Ben. Considers himself a ladiesâ man.â
My face scrunched. âHeâs old enough to be my great-greatââ
Caz shook his head, a huge grin on his face. âDonât let that fool you. And sure, I guess I could come to the ball.â
I grinned back at him. âIn costume, and donât tell me what it isâI want to see if I can pick you out of the crowd.â Like I wouldnât know that delish body no matter how it was wrapped!
âIâll know you the moment I see you.â He stared into my eyes. I let go a
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