Persephone: A love of ancient Greek lore, and a passion for archaeology brought me to Greece. I should have known better than to work for Hades Pluton. He is magnetic, and dark, and dangerous. He is a painter of torment, and his touch promises the most delicious sin. He is everything my mother warned me about men. And yet my heart is a prisoner to his. Ancient lore brought me here, but my love for him threatens to keep me. If I could trust my slipping mind, I might not fight it so hard--this love. But my mind is slipping. It's been fragile since I was a child, but now that I'm seeing things, visions, dreams--none of it is real. I can't help but question the reality of us, too. He doesn't deserve someone like me. Someone who sees things that aren't there . . . So, I'll leave him. Eventually. But I'll love him first. Hades: I am trying to do it right this time. Her and I. The story of Hades and Persephone. I vowed I would not steal her. Would not plunder her body, her heart, her mind. Vowed I would not force her loyalty. I will earn her love. I will worship the body she gifts me, and protect the soul she offers me to keep. I am trying to maintain patience, to honor my vows--but there are darker forces at play. The story of love is rarely told without tragedy. And this is ours. For the war has already begun. Contains mature themes.