Hades' POV
"Wake up! You are in some serious trouble!" Hearing the harsh words of a whisper and poking my head, I slapped the hand that dared to touch me. Rubbing my forehead and opening my eyes, I see none other than Hera's hands on her hips. "Get up!" she mouthed as Parisa was curled up in my arms. I didn't have to get away from her if I didn't want to. I don't care if Hera helped out yesterday. Parisa is nuzzled up in the crook of my neck; why the hell should I move?
"No," I deadpanned. "She's sleeping; let her sleep." Hera stomped her foot again like a scolding mother.
"We have things to discuss, not just you sneaking into her bed and using the bond against her. Now get up; Athena is here to speak with us." Before I think about letting go, Athena walks in wearing light blue robes a
