"Come to bed," Daji encourages as I pace inside the sumptuous bedroom.
Hades has taste, I'll give him that. The design motif is gloomy, yes, but it's an elegant kind of gloomy, like Gothic novels or brooding romantic poetry. The walls are ebony and bone. Bone candleholders and pale flowers in vases contrast with the black furniture. Our room looks out on the Asphodel Meadows, with average souls going about their eternal lives.
"I've got to deliver the first part of the first act of a musical in two days," I answer, pacing.
"You don't have to start tonight. It's been a long day. Come to bed," she encourages, tangled in the white satin sheets and looking d*mn appealing.
"I know, I know, but I want to start while it's fresh in my mind."
I expect her to gripe, but she's as hard-working as I am. She sighs and pats the bed next to her. "Bring your pen and paper and sit next to me. We'll co-write it. Poetry is in my blood."
