A Touch of Ruin: 2 (Hades X Persephone)

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Flowers sprouted when she was angry, and vines curled around Hades in moments of passion without warning.

Faced with a side of Hades she never knew, and crushing loss, Persephone wonders if she can truly become Hades's queen. She liked it that way because she liked taking it down, liked running her fingers through it, liked seizing it when he was inside her.Then there was Minthe, whose insulting words had resulted in her transformation into a mint plant and Adonis who she’d threatened in the Garden of the Gods by turning his limbs into vines. The thoughts made her guilty, but the echoes of the heartbreak she’d experienced while they were separated made her cautious.

Her head was so full of thoughts—words piled up so high, it felt like they were pushing against her skull. Hades’ past and the history of the Underworld, she couldn’t deny that part of her feared uncovering the truth. She thought she could sense Sybil’s pain and confusion, something she had never perceived in another person before. She was also very beautiful with eyes as blue as sapphires, cascading blond hair, and perfect pink lips.Meditation means focusing your attention moment by moment rather than getting caught up in the things that plague you—the things that drown you, the things that cause your magic to create a shield around you. I desperately wanted to shelve the book at multiple points throughout the story, but as a book reviewer, I knew that I had to see it through to the end.

He rose into a sitting position and captured a nipple between his teeth, teasing her through her shirt. Hades and Persephone have made their relationship public even though no one knows that Persephone is not a mortal. Later, she would learn the dead in the river were ancient corpses who had come to the Underworld without coin to pay Charon’s toll. She had replaced Valerie, who had moved up a few floors to work for Oak and Eagle Creative, Zeus’s marketing company. Hades lifted her onto the table, stepped between her legs, and knelt as a servant would kneel to their queen.

He lay partially covered by silk sheets; his muscled chest contoured from the firelight of the hearth. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. A jumble of emotions tangled in her stomach—frustration that she could not help, sadness that she was weak, and anger that her mother had tried defying fate.