Prosepene's POV
I stared at him blankly, "So what happened to 'I will never ruin my friendship with Hades', Alexandros?" I asked him sarcastically, "Did you change your mind in what, a few hours?" I didn't bother to hide the venom in my voice. He needs to know how low he had stooped.
Alexandros's eyes tightened, "You do know that I am holding a knife to your father's throat, right? I will watch the way you speak to me if I was you" He said, tightening his arm around my father's neck as if to prove a point.
It took everything in me not to tear him apart flesh by flesh right then and there. I gritted my teeth together as I watched my father stand there without putting up a fight. He seemed to be too cool about this whole situation. What does he have up his sleeve? He gave me a nod, silent
