It occurs to me this is all I’ve ever wanted, this excruciating pleasure that tilts toward pain and back. The power coursing through me is primal, all earth and fire, some spell that Dinlas has cast on my body.
His smile sends a sudden rush of heat through my body. I let the sensation ebb and give him my hand, allowing him to pull me to my feet. We are standing uncomfortably close, neither of us moving, just looking at each other.
It strikes me fully for the first time that this god I thought I knew, this known quantity, is more of a stranger to me than I realized. I’ve dealt with the King for most of our immortal spans. This is Hades.