Page 30 of Dark Gods
I hesitated. "You mean you don't know about them and Loki?"
His eyes widened. "Loki and the twins? Seriously?"
I pursed my lips, realizing I'd made a mistake from the look on his face. It was clear to me by then that Dionysus' interest in Loki was more than a passing crush, and whatever had happened between them in the past was complicated, to say the least.
"I shouldn't have said anything."
"Come on, you can't do that to me," he protested. "I need the ugly details."
"I don't know much, just what Daphne told me," I confessed. "She said they dated and Helle's still hella hung up on his D."
"Well, that I understand," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm surprised Daphne told you. Didn't she… well, try to kill you?"
"I guess not. So she says, anyway."
"Do you believe her?"
I took a second to think about it and shrugged. "Honestly, I kind of do. But even if she's lying, I'm not in a position to turn down allies."
He blew a strand of golden hair off his face. "That's for damn sure."
"Come on," I said, holding up a glittery black T-shirt. "Help me pick out something that looks good with a hairnet."
"How about a funeral suit?"
I flipped him off and dropped my towel to pull on a sports bra, just in case any of Hades' minions decided to challenge me to an impromptu duel. Everyone in this place was on a hair trigger.
By the time I pulled the T-shirt over my head, I realized Dionysus was looking at me like a deer in headlights.
"What? I know you like dudes, but I'm sure you've seen tits before," I snorted, shimmying into a snug jean shirt.
He looked away and the flush on his cheeks was suspiciously intense. "Yeah, whatever. Just be careful. Helle's the queen bitch in their relationship, but Phrixus still has claws."
"I'll be on guard," I assured him, leaning against the wall. "Truth be told, I'm starting to think this Wild Hunt thing isn't as bad as everyone makes it out to be."
"Famous last words," he warned, back to his usual self. "Then there's the fact that you're Hades' fiancée."
"You think he's going easy on me?" I wasn't sure why the thought enraged me as much as it did.
Dionysus shrugged. "I'm just saying, it complicates things. The consequences go beyond the Hunt itself. I assume Cronus is the one who arranged the marriage?"
"Well, yeah. Why does that matter?"
"No one wants to cross Hades, but they want to anger Cronus even less," said Dionysus. "You might use that to your advantage."
"Namedrop my future father-in-law? No, thanks."
"Just because you didn't ask to play the game doesn't mean you don't have to follow the rules," he said cryptically. "If I were you, I'd find a way to use them."
"Hiding behind other people's clout isn't really my thing."
"No, I suppose not," Dionysus mused, his eyes glimmering.
"What's that look?"
"Nothing. I just knew the moment we met, we were going to be friends."
"Secret friends," I clarified.
