Eros had bridged Kath and Psyche to the club, letting Thanatos and Hades follow after them. He was still playing his little game by deliberately grabbing Kath by her waist before Hades could even reach for her, a cheeky little smile pasted on his face and directed at the God of the Underworld before disappearing in a cloud of pink smoke.
She planned to tell Eros that he may be overdoing it with Hades. Not that she worried about Hades’ restraint with his anger. No, she was worried about his jealousy. Kath imagined he was not in very good form given that she had been pummeled in front of him, so she worried that if goaded too much, he’d snap.
Kath was relying on him not to snap.
She was keeping her distance for once, entering the front of the obviously high-end club with Thanatos, Hades f
