Chapter Twelve
“Already, of the handmaids of the sun four were behind. The fifth was at the pole, stretching its burning point towards the height.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
“Step into the carriage, daughter of man,” Hades told me with his deep, harsh voice. He didn’t seem terribly interested in the fact that I was his boss’s daughter. I didn’t care; he was taking me home and I was already imagining myself in a nice hot bath. My father had vanished, leaving me alone with the God of Limbo. He was tall with broad shoulders, looking a lot like an ancient warrior.
I obeyed Hades and stepped inside the carriage and squeezed myself at the back. The air was humid, but Hades was covered in thick layers of leather. He wasn’t a demon, but I sensed his strong, masculine energy. I figur
