“He’s not a bad guy, I guess. But he loves himself and his music more than he loves my sister. I’ll never be okay with that.” As she speaks, she relaxes, the last of the tension bleeding away. A distraction was all it took. Maybe I’m not nearly as bad at this comforting thing as I thought. I file away the information for later, even as I tell myself that it’s worthless. The clock is already running out on us, for all that we have the rest of the winter. After that, it won’t matter that I know how to comfort Persephone when she’s upset. She’ll be gone.
It’s tempting to use sex to distract her, but I don’t know that it’s what she needs right now. “Would you like to get out of here for a little bit?”
The way she perks up confirms this was the right call. Persephone turns those big hazel eyes on me. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” I stifle the urge to tell her to dress in warmer clothing. We won’t be going far, and the last thing I want right now is to push her too hard on anything, not when she’s already feeling so fragile. I ease her off my lap and hold her hand while she stands. “Let’s go.”
Persephone beams at me. “Is this another secret like the greenhouse?”
I still can’t believe how intimate it feels to have shared that with her. Like she’s seen a part of me that no one else gets to. Instead of turning away, she seems to understand what that place means to me. I shake my head slowly. “No, this is something else. A little peek behind the curtain of the lower city.”
If anything, her eyes light up even more. “Let’s go.”
Fifteen minutes later, we’re holding hands while walking down the street. Part of me wonders if I should take my hand back, but I don’t fucking want to. I like the feeling of her palm against mine, our fingers linked together. I lead her east away from the house, setting a pace that won’t tax her overmuch. No matter what else is true, Persephone hasn’t fully recovered from the night that brought her to me. Or maybe I’m just looking for an excuse to take care of her.
We walk in easy silence, but I can tell her thoughts are still occupied with her sisters. I have nothing to say that will actually comfort her on that note, so I set myself on providing an experience that will get her out of her head a bit. “We’re almost there.”
She finally looks at me. “Are you going to tell me where there is?”
“No.”
“Such a tease.”
I squeeze her hand. “Maybe I just like the look on your face when you first experience something.”
It’s hard to tell in the shadows of the growing dark, but I think she blushes. “You know, if you wanted to distract me, sex is always a good option.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I turn us down a narrow alley. Persephone follows me without hesitation to the large metal door at the end. I glance at her. “Nervous?”
“No,” she answers immediately. “I’m with you, and we both know you won’t let anything happen to me.”
I blink. “You’re that sure of me?”
She smiles, some of the worry in her eyes dissipating. “Of course I am. You’re the fearsome Hades. No one fucks with you, which means no one will fuck with me while I’m with you.” She leans in, her breasts pressing against my arm. “Right?”
“Right,” I say faintly. I can’t even enjoy her teasing because I’m too busy reeling at her casual statement. I’m with you, and we both know you won’t let anything happen to me. As if it’s that simple. As if it’s a truth.
It is. I would commit unforgivable acts to keep Persephone safe. But somehow hearing her say it aloud makes it so much more real.
She trusts me.
I motion to the door simply for something to do. “There’s still enough light to study the columns if you like.”
“I like.” She keeps a hold on my hand as she peers at the white columns on either side of the door. I watch her instead of them, already knowing what she’s seeing. A revel in a magical forest with satyrs and nymphs eating and drinking and enjoying themselves. Persephone finally leans back and grins at me. “Another portal.”
“Portal?”
“Show me what’s behind the door, Hades.”
I push open the door, and Persephone’s gasp is almost lost in the commotion on the other side. She starts to push past me, but I keep my grip on her hand. “No need to rush.”
“Speak for yourself.” Her eyes are even wider than normal as she takes in the scene in front of us.