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Stasia tenses, her body very rigid.

"Are we meeting them in the throne room?"

She takes a deep breath. "Well...we better get it over with."

Stasia lowers her gaze, her body trembling slightly, she is never this afraid, but with gods, she could pass out.

Stasia looks up at him. "What?" she asks in a surprised tone, totally forgetting her fear.

"Then why?"

"Why would he put me through this?"

"Aren't all the gods the same?" she asked boldly.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Lord Zeus, but we must get going."

She shakily shakes his hand. "T-thank you."

Stasia turns around and begins walking back to the door without Donovan.

"Mmhmm," she murmurs, not really paying attention to him.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna take a little detour," she says, her fists clinched at her sides. She begins walking in a totally different direction from where they came from.

"You can go home Donovan, I have some business to take care of." She walks into a room with a portal.

"This is my battle Donovan."

"Please," she pleads.

"Fine," she says, stepping onto the portal.

Stasia arrives in Hades' throne room. Before he can react, she shoots him with lightning and pins him to the ground.

"Tell me."

"What I need to know, and don't act innocent, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"What the hell did you think you were doing??!!!"

"I wish that you could just die!"

"Why did you have to do that to me?"

"I hate you."

"I don't ever want to see you again!" she yells at him and then disappears back to where Donovan is.

"Yeah," she says, still fuming.

"Hades," she mutters under her breath.

"I'm kinda scared what you have in mind."

"Well, that too."

Her eyes widen.

"I don't know, am I?"

She moans, leaning against him.

"I didn't think that pregnant women were your type."

She shivers at the touch of his lips to her sensitive skin.

"Ahh," she moans, feeling the baby kicking in her womb.

She arches towards him.

She groans, slightly grinding against his finger.

She moans his name.

"Finally," she murmurs.

A few minutes later, she finds her release.

Stasia gently rubs his back.

"I think that we should go home now."

"Make sure you put clothes on us first."

"I mean it, I don't want one of the guards or Grace seeing us like this."

"Good."

"What about me?"

"Anything you want. I don't care."

"Isn't it a bit much?"

She smiles.