Free Divine Ecstasy (The Guardians of the Realms Book 8) by Setta Jay Page B

that they did have witnesses.
    This was going to be a diplomatic joke. The Guardians had told those in the cities that they’d woken Hades and were responsible for him. And now it would spread that the God had lost his mind if P didn’t contain the issue. The last thing they needed was the Realm up in a panic that the Guardians couldn’t control a God.
    He’d known shit was going to get worse after the battle in Hell Realm. His father had looked too damned contained at the end of that bloodbath. He’d thought he’d get a reprieve. That had been his mistake.
    I’m serious. You need to put him down and tell me what’s going on, P demanded through their mental link.
    No, Hades bit out.
    “Now tell me, Pietr, how long did you serve me?” His father’s voice was quiet as he turned his attention back to the Immortal. And calm. Too damned calm. The God’s wings flexed and twitched as Hades’ power made the massive chandelier-filled room jingle. The place was too delicate to withstand a pissed-off Deity.
    The male currently dangling by his feet sputtered, “I served happily for years.”
    “And when did you decide to steal. From. Me?”
    The last thing P wanted to do was have to unleash his hidden power on his father. Pietr would feel it, and P wasn’t overly sympathetic to the Geraki’s plight at the moment. He’d let his father vent a little longer since he wasn’t killing the male.
    His thoughts turned to something else, making him frown. How are you hurting him and not feeling the effects?
    I was only cursed against harming humans.
    P stared at him before adding, Apollo was cursed with harming Immortals and humans alike . The Guardians had learned that after Apollo escaped, along with the fact that the Creators had given Apollo a self-defense out when dealing with Immortals. The Guardians had been under the impression that all of the Gods were cursed like that before the Creators put them in stasis.
    I’m aware of that, his father growled.
    How?
    Hades turned to him and gave him a hard look. The Creators told me.
    Why weren’t you cursed the same way?
    I am not my brothers. Hades growled and turned his attention back to the Geraki. P wondered if his father was thinking about Sacha with that comment.
    Pietr sputtered, “I didn’t steal from you. The Creators were already here. We all felt what was happening. Their voices filled the air and we knew that they were containing the Gods.” The male’s amber eyes were wide and his face was red. The Geraki kept shooting looks in his direction and P nodded for him to tell Hades what he wanted to hear.
    And then it took a shittier turn.
    “ My things would have gone to my heir. So are you saying you stole from my son?” If anything, his father’s words had gotten colder.
    P breathed out. It was impossible for the Geraki’s eyes to get any bigger when he looked at P.
    “What else did you take?” his father demanded.
    “Nothing.” Damn it, the idiot was asking for punishment now. P could feel the lie just as easily as his father. The crashing of broken crystal and glass filled the room.
    Drake ported in at P’s side. What’s this? Word is out that Hades is losing his fucking mind.
    Pietr was the one who stole the stone from my father’s palace all those centuries ago.
    “I didn’t intend to steal from your son, I swear it,” Pietr sputtered.
    Hades looked off for a second, like something else caught his attention, before turning back to Pietr, looking vaguely disgusted but not angry. Hades tossed the male into a wall; more glass shattered around them as his father bit out, “Pothos, find out what else he took.”
    P didn’t have a second to speak. His father was already gone.
    Son of a bitch.
    Go find him. I’ll deal with this, Drake growled.
    Where the hell are you? he demanded of his father and hoped to hell he’d actually answer him this time.
    P got an image of the mountaintop they’d been to earlier. He ported away, leaving Drake.
    When he