“Hades,” Kath breathed as she stared down wide-eyed at his kneeling form. “What are you doing?”
He smiled. It was one of those smiles of his that was pure. Unguarded and rare in nature. She had only been privileged to see it a handful of times, and Kath’s heart fluttered, knowing that it was only meant for her. But it did not mean her confusion abated. Why did he bring her here to this specific part of the palace? Why was he still kneeling? None of it made sense. She eyed him curiously even as Hades took her hands, cupping them in his own and letting his warmth spread through her.
“Let me worship you.”
She blinked, unsure whether he was joking or not. Kath didn’t know how to be worshipped, much less receive it from one of the most powerful deities in existence. She sat on Hades’ throne,
