“What’s Athena making her do?” Hades asked his general and, he supposed, spy. His fingers drummed a rhythm on top of his desk, a staccato beat that Thanatos frowned at.
“Stupid things,” Thanatos replied, making himself comfortable on Hades’ new office couch. “Kath just ran—or should I say fell on her face multiple times trying to?—up and down the mountain and now Athena’s just bestowed her first trial.”
His eyebrow shot up. “A trial? So soon into their training?”
Thanatos must have heard wrong. Kath did not have enough grasp of her powers to be given a trial. She could get hurt, which Hades supposed he should have already expected but what else should he be feeling? He had been so worried after hearing from an Olympian Council meeting that Kath had exhausted herself too much after usin
