21
“Mavis?” she says when I finally pull away. “What are you wearing?”
I grimace. In my drunken state I forgot to change out of my pretty pink princess dress. “I’m just trying something new.”
“Okay. Weird, but it kind of suits you,” Edie tells me.
Greg frowns. “Who cares what you’re wearing? Were you downstairs with Hades?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “I actually helped him escape out into the human world.”
“WHAT!?” Greg explodes.
I put a hand on his arm. “His door was wide open, Greg. Powerless, he’s no threat to anyone. Anyway, once this place starts filling up with prisoners, you’re gonna have enough on your plate. You don’t need Hades down there. You’ll be constantly worrying what he’s up to, if he’s going to start trouble.”
He swallows, his eyes wide. “But the Triumvirate…”
“Tell them you
