Poseidon

Poseidon's POV

I watched as she swam away and walked back to my room. I reached out my hand for my trident and had it in my hand within a second.

"Don't fucking mess with me," I warned Triton, knowing he'd hear me wherever he was.

I shut the door to my room and locked it, while I globed Hades.

"Your timing is impeccable," he said dryly.

"Fuck me," I said, "I need your help."

"Again?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed. "Her lips turn blue when she's here."

"It's also remarkably cold in your realm," Hades noted. "And you have to get wet to get there."

"I'm not cold," I said.

"Dude, you live in it." He reminded me, his dark eyes boring into mine.

I groaned. "I can't just turn the temperature up!"

"Well, that leads to fewer blue lips." He shrugged. "That's not a help, that's a fact."

I put my face in my hands. "She's got under my skin!"

Hades blinked and leaned closer. "Did you have sex?"

"No," I said slowly.

He raised both brows. "The first night they're in your realm counts."

"No one but me remembers!" I said. "And if she won't, I back up. She was pulling off my clothes, too."

Hades didn't say anything.

"Fuck that look," I said. "I want to see what's going on with her."

"It's still Zagreus you need to talk to," Hades sounded bored. "And he's here, if you're that desperate?"

"Yeah, fine," I said and waved Hades away.

Zagreus was the perfect mix of Hades and Persephone in looks. Green eyes, dark brown locks, some of both in his handsome face.