Hades’s hand landed hard across Astrid’s face and she crashed to the floor. The sharp sound echoed through the room. Her cheek stung, burning red, as she stared up at him, shocked and frightened.

He jabbed a trembling finger at her, fury rising in his voice. “When did you start contacting Hera? How long have you been working with her?”

Tears filled Astrid’s eyes. She shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hades. I swear I don’t.”

His anger flared. He ...