Hades
"You are such a dick, Cain," I snarled at him through the screen, my voice lowered so that Ellen would not stir. It wasn't as if she could wake up so easily after the hectic day and the Deltas' healing.
"Such crass words from the regal king of the Obsidian Pack," he tutted. "What would Mother say?"
"Cut the crap," I snapped, my voice low and venomous. "Crossing the line and interfering in my territory was bad enough, Cain. But touching what's mine?" My grip on the desk tightened, the wood creaking under the pressure. "That was your first mistake. Making it personal was your last."
Cain leaned back in his chair, the smirk on his face visible even through the screen. "What's mine, you say? How territorial of you, Hades. I didn't realize the great king had gone soft, claiming little pets now. Forget what Mother would think—let's talk about Danielle and the child that the Princess' father's beast ripped out of her."
