When Hades stepped into that pigsty where the Unknown was meeting with his cronies, Hades was overcome with a sudden, strange feeling to stop by Athena’s estate just to make sure that Kath was safe and where she was supposed to be. After finally laying eyes on the piece-of-s**t who had hurt her, he needed to see for himself that she was all right and unharmed.
Not in a million years did he expect his night to go so wrongly.
Hades watched with increasing horror as Kath climbed down from wherever the hell she came from, looking wet and cold and pale as death. Although she presented herself like a lady—one without so much as a drop of fear, something he was extremely proud of—she still shook like a lead with her hair plastered all over the sides of her face. He fought the urge to turn and g
