What were Hades and Thanatos doing here? Surely they were just a result of her sleep deprivation. Kath rubbed her eyes. Nope, still there. She turned to Apollo but his head was bowed and his eyes were closed, deep in prayer like the rest of the gathered. Shame filled her for all of a second before burning obsidian eyes found Kath and pinned her heavily.
For a moment, she found it difficult to breathe. How could he affect her like this here, at a funeral with about two dozen and a half people mourning the loss of a life? It wasn’t fair and it was sorely inappropriate. But the lust that made her shiver delightfully was nowhere near Hades’ fault. It was all her. She couldn’t be trusted with him even in a room full of people and it was starting to become embarrassing.
Hades kept his eyes on
