“Not that you plan to write this article.”
“Can we keep it a secret? For now?”
Adonis smiled. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, Persephone.”
Adonis parked on the curb in front of Nevernight. His red Lexus glared against the black backdrop of Hades’ obsidian tower. Even though Persephone was determined to follow through with this interview, she had a moment of doubt. Was she being too bold in assuming she could even use Hades’ favor in this way?
Adonis came up beside her. “Looks different in the daylight, huh?”
“Yeah,” she said absently. The tower did look different—harsher. A jagged cut in a sparkling city.
Adonis tried the door but it was locked, so he knocked and offered no time for someone to answer before retreating.
“Looks like no one’s home.”
He definitely did not want to be here, and Persephone wondered why he hesitated to confront the god when he came to his club so often at night.
As Adonis turned away from the door, Persephone tried it and it opened.
“Yes!” She hissed to herself.
Adonis looked back at her, puzzled.
“How did you…it was locked!”
She shrugged. “Maybe you didn’t pull hard enough. Come on.”
As she disappeared into Nevernight she heard Adonis say, “I swear it was locked.”
She descended the stairs, entering the now-familiar club. Her heels clicked against the glossy black floor and she looked up into the darkness of the tall ceiling, knowing that this floor could be seen from Hades office.
“Hello? Anybody home?” Adonis called.
Persephone cringed and resisted the urge tell Adonis to shut up. She’d had it in her head that she’d head upstairs to Hades office, catch him off guard. Though, she wasn’t so sure that was a great idea. She considered yesterday when he’d answered the door disheveled. At least if she surprised him, she might learn the truth about whatever was going on between him and Minthe.
Speaking of Minthe, the red-headed nymph emerged from the darkness of the room. She wore a fitted black dress and heels. She was just as lovely as Persephone remembered. The Goddess of Spring had met and befriended many nymphs, but none of them looked quite as severe as Minthe. She wondered if that was the result of serving the God of the Underworld.
“Can I help you?” She had an inviting and smoky voice, but it didn’t hide the sharpness of her tone.
“Hi,” Adonis brushed past Persephone, suddenly finding his confidence, and extending his hand. Persephone was surprised and slightly frustrated when Minthe took his hand and offered a smile.
“Adonis.”
“Minthe.”
“Do you work here?” he asked.
“I am Lord Hades assistant,” she replied.
Persephone looked away and rolled her eyes. Assistant seemed like a loaded word.
“Really?” Adonis sounded genuinely surprised. “But you’re so beautiful.”
It really wasn’t Adonis’s fault. Nymphs had that effect on people, but Persephone was on a mission and growing impatient.
Adonis held Minthe’s hand longer than necessary until Persephone cleared her throat, and he dropped it.
“Uh…and this is Persephone,” he gestured to her. Minthe said nothing, she didn’t even nod. “We are from New Athens News.”
“So you’re a reporter?” She asked, her eyes flashed, and Adonis probably took it as interest in his occupation, but Persephone knew otherwise.
“We are actually here to speak with Hades,” she said. “Is he around?”
Minthe’s eyes burned into her. “Do you have an appointment with Lord Hades?”
“No,” Persephone said.
“Then I’m afraid you cannot speak to him.”
“Oh, well, that’s too bad,” Adonis said. “We’ll come back when we have an appointment. Persephone?”
She ignored Adonis, glaring at Minthe.
“Inform your lord that Persephone is here and would like to speak with him.” It was a command, but Minthe was not fazed and smiled, looking at Adonis.
“Your counterpart must be new and therefore ignorant to how this works. See, Lord Hades does not give interviews.”
“Of course,” Adonis said and wrapped his fingers around Persephone’s wrists. “Let’s go, Persephone. I told you, there is a protocol we need to follow.”
Persephone looked at Adonis’s fingers wrapped around her wrist and then met his gaze. She wasn’t sure what look she gave him, but her eyes burned and anger was rising hot in her blood. “Let. Me. Go.”