Xanthippeia was pacing around Hades' reception room, the heels of her boots were the only things making a single sound. For how long had she been like this? There was no telling but it seemed like an eternity as Persephone poured herself her fourth cup of wine. But it was not even making a big enough dent to make her as inebriated as she needed to be.
Hades ignored his wife's attempts to get herself into a drunken stupor as his own mind filled to the brim with the worst kind of conspiracies. He couldn't even begin to process the words that came out of Xanthippeia's mouth moments ago. It was only one more thing to add to this intricately tangled web that would not stop growing. And no matter how big it got, the picture of what was actually happening was not getting any clearer.
