Page 7 of Hades
“Do tell, brother,” Drevi drawls as a devilish smile creeps onto his face.
I shrug. “Not much to tell. She’s a stunning blonde that is staying on the sixth floor. I caught a glimpse of her on the monitors when I checked in on Monte. Then, I saw her again when she got on the elevator and watched her until she exited into the lobby. I have seen gorgeous women before, but there is something different about her.”
My brothers break out into laughter, a mix of amusement and surprise. This isn’t like me and they latch onto it right away.
With a smirk, I punch each of them on the shoulder.
“Don’t forget I am the God of War. I’m always up for a good fight.”
Stepping outside into the Nevada heat, I feel right at home.
Well, almost.
The brightness of the sun is something I’m not used to. The underworld is all the doom and gloom just like it is in the books. It’s an overcast sky, humid from all the lava flowing that keeps us sweating for days.
Casually, I snap my fingers, and the sunglasses I need appear in my bag on my shoulder. I reach for them and I place them on my face.
Searching for a prime location in the sun, I spot a lounging chair on the left side of the round pool. I make a beeline straight to it, securing it with my ass, just as the bitch from the elevator huffs in annoyance.
She makes a show of pouting out her bottom lip and fluttering her eyelashes at the man she’s latched onto.
“Darling, this slut took the chair I had my eye on. Make her move,” she whines to the older gentleman she has her arm linked with. Her voice grates on my nervesbut I don’t let it show. You don’t become the queen of hell and not learn a thing or two about keeping your face unreadable.
“Anything for you,” he says in a placating voice as he removes his arm from hers and gives me a glare before walking away.
“You better move your ass, slut. That is my chair now.”
If she wasn’t being such a bitch I might admire her acting skills. Her cutesy voice was gone and venom was in her eyes.
I point a finger at my chest innocently and gaze up at her from under my glasses. “Me?”
“You heard me. When Edward comes back, he will have the staff remove you not only from the chair but the hotel as well. Trash, as you are, should have never been allowed to enter somewhere as prestigious as the 4 Horses.”
I nod as if I’m agreeing with her, though her words are laughable.
“Oh, and what is it that makes me trash? The fact that I’m here on my own, not with a sugar daddy twice my age? Can’t I relax without a gold-digging twat trying to ruin my first vacation in centuries? I worked hard and invested my money wisely, unlike you.” I let my eyes trail over her showing every ounce of disapproval I can manage.
My insult hit its mark. Her mouth falls open as she loses her fake smile and anger slowly colors her cheeks. She takes a few steps back toward the pool, and with a subtle wave of my hand, a gust of wind knocks her ass into the water.
Trying my hardest not to laugh, I lean back into my lounger and get comfortable. I pull the book Lainie picked out from my bag, turning a deaf ear to her cries and splashes.
I’m quickly lost in the romance that fills the pages in front of me—speed reading relaxes me—when a deep cough interrupts my reading.
“Miss, this gentleman has a complaint against you,” a smooth but husky voice informs me. A shiver runs through me at the deep gravel that laces the words.
Leisurely, I glance up from my book.
Fuck me, it’s the suit from the elevator. My cheeks heat, as does my core with him near me like this, but I do my best to reply with a straight face.
“Is there a problem, sir?”
He flexes his hands at my words, the only sign that there’s anything behind the pleasant mask on his face.
“Yes. As I said, this man said first you were disrespectful to him and his wife in an elevator and now you have taken his wife’s chair. We will not accept rudeness here.”
Part of me wanted to know what lies they made up about me. It was almost comical how bothered they were by my presence alone.
“Oh, they want my spot here?” I offered, feigning surprise at the accusation. “I didn’t realize that riding in an elevator with the couple that insults you without reason was an issue. Actually, not only in the elevator. They then followed me here to the pool and complained because I’m sitting here in this chair they suddenly want. That makes me rude? I know that I’m not much of a people person, but I’ve been nothing but polite to them. They seemed to detest me from first glance.”
