The very next day, after a night of deep, dreamless sleep, Kath woke up surprisingly consequence-free albeit a little confused. She knew she was in Hades’ bed long before she opened her eyes. She had never been in such a luxurious bed with equally fitting sheets and his scent was all over the place. But he wasn’t there when she did open her eyes. In fact, when she instinctively panned out her Sensing like a wide net, she was sure that Hades was nowhere near his palace.
Kath wanted to go look for him to talk about what happened last night. She was pretty sure he was lying when he was acting all unaffected last night, causing him to say such mean things to her. Hades could be a jerk, but that was just one of his defense mechanisms. Another was, apparently, redirecting attention through s*x*
