“And yet, you’ve disturbed the habitats of twenty-some young Amaurotine men and women in your pursuit for... what, exactly?” Hades asked, sticking a spoonful in his mouth. He eyed Prometheus eyeing his ice cream with dull incredulity. As children, Hythlodaeus would claim that the sweets Hades created were just better, but as he grew older he came to understand that his age mates just wanted to experience his doting or attention. And if they couldn’t have that, his ire was just as good.

Hades took a spoonful, holding it out for Prometheus as he spoke.

“Have you considered, perhaps, that patience and discipline are what you’re really supposed to be learning here? Zypherion University would not put up with your shit. No matter how much you idolize Professor Thea.”

Honestly, the idea of him wanting to go somewhere he wasn’t irritated him beyond compare. In his mind, it was because he thought Prometheus helpless without him. In truth, he didn’t want to imagine parting, even if briefly.

“Or if you could stay under the radar for one goddamned minute, maybe someone would write you a letter of recommendation. Not that they would ever let you go without a bodyguard.”