Despite everything that had transpired today, this moment made it all worth it.
He touched her chin and pressed his mouth to hers, and his mind went blank, consumed by her smell and her taste and her touch. Her hands splayed softly across his chest, kindling heat in the core of his stomach. He stepped closer, tangled his hand in her hair, and kissed her harder. He wanted nothing more than to take her home to the Underworld and continue this worship, especially if it meant avoiding the world that existed beyond them.
Yet there was a part of him that did not wish to use Persephone in that way, so he pulled away. Hades pressed his palm to her cheek, searching her gaze. She seemed a little anxious, and while he could feel it tangled between them, he did not know what it stemmed from.
“Troubled, darling?”
Suspicion bled into her gaze. “You followed me today, didn’t you?”
“Why would you think that?” he asked, especially since he hadn’t, but he was curious about her reasoning.
“You insisted Antoni take me to work this morning, most likely because you already knew what the media was reporting.”
“I didn’t want to worry you.” And while he had assumed she would be under the scrutiny of both the media and the public at large, he had to admit that he hadn’t expected the crowd that had gathered today, but it appeared the public did not yet connect their fear of him to Persephone.
“So you let me walk into a mob?”
“Did you walk into that mob?” he asked, knowing better.
“You were there! I thought we agreed. No invisibility.”
“I wasn’t,” he said. “Hermes was.”
Her eyes flashed with a note of frustration and then dread as Hades spoke.
“You could always teleport, or I can provide an aeg—”
“I don’t want an aegis. I’d rather not use magic, not…in the Upperworld.”
“Unless you’re exacting revenge?” He raised a brow, knowing full well she had no trouble turning Adonis’s limbs into vines and Minthe into a mint plant.
“That’s not fair. You know my magic has become more and more unpredictable. And I’m not eager to be exposed as a goddess.”
“Goddess or not, you are my lover.”
He had said it to emphasize his point, that things had changed. Even the attention she had received from writing about him was different from this, but he noted how rigid she became and glowered. “It is only a matter of time before someone with a vendetta against me tries to harm you. I will keep you safe.”
At his words, Persephone hugged herself, and at least he knew some of them had gotten through.
“You really think someone would try to harm me?”
“Darling, I have judged human nature for millennia. Yes.”
“Can’t you, I don’t know, erase people’s memories? Make them forget about all this.”
He frowned at her question. All this, he thought. What she really meant was them.
“It is too late for that. What is so terrible about being known as my lover?”
“Nothing,” she said instantly. “It’s just that word.”
“What’s wrong with ‘lover’？”
“It sounds so fleeting. Like I am nothing but your sex slave.”
One corner of his lips curled. “What am I to call you, then? You have forbidden the use of ‘my queen’ and ‘my lady.’”
“Titles make me uncomfortable,” she said and hesitated. “It’s not that I don’t want to be known as your lover…but there has to be a better word.”
“‘Girlfriend’？” Hades supplied. He had to admit, it was an odd choice given the circumstances of their fate, but it was modern enough.
She laughed and Hades glowered.
“What’s wrong with ‘girlfriend’？”
“Nothing. It just seems so…insignificant,” she explained, growing flustered, and Hades felt less defensive as her cheeks reddened.
He touched her chin once more, holding her gaze as he stepped even closer. Their faces were inches apart, his lips hovering near hers, ready to take her mouth against his once more as he whispered, “Nothing is ever insignificant when it comes to you.”
They stared at each other, and a sweet tension built between them at the faint brush of his lips against hers.
A knock sounded at the door, and Lexa shouted from the other side.
“Persephone! I’m ordering pizza. Any requests?”
The sudden interruption had caused Persephone’s heart to race. He could hear the steady thrum vibrating against his own skin, and there was a part of him that wanted to maintain that beat as they descended into a frenzied passion.