“OKAY, THIS one is definitely a biter,” Rhys groaned when Hades bit his fingers for the hundredth time. I resisted a laugh, even though it was very funny to see Rhys struggling to keep Hades off of his fingers. It looked like a small puppy had bitten him and refused to let go. “Okay, son, now, now. Don’t be like this.”
I watched with amusement as Rhys held up his arm, but Hades was a persistent little child. He kept biting Rhys until his little feet dangled in the air. He was flying now, holding on to Rhys’ fingers with the determination of a grown man, until Rhys had enough and yanked him off by his collar. I let out a laugh, no longer able to hold it.
Rhys sent me an annoyed look. “That’s funny to you, huh?”
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen Hades like that,” I said. “I think he
