Persephone’s Fall – Page 10
“What’s the matter, Seph? Don’t like what you’re seeing?” Hades’ tone is light, barely even mocking. He seems genuinely amused by the whole thing. I guess that’s why I bother to answer.
“Not particularly.”
“The real world’s not very pretty, but I still like it here. Does it look different from forty stories up?”
It sends tiny prickles down my spine, when he puts it that way. Hades doesn’t understand the beauty that I see up there. He makes it sound stupid, or crazy. I wish he wouldn’t treat me like a blind little rich girl. It’s not like I don’t know that Manhattan’s not all black tie dinners and in-home servants.
Before I can yell at him, and probably because he knows I’m going to, Hades asks me if I want to stop for coffee. And I have to admit I do. Say what you will about lower Manhattan… you’re not going to find better coffee anywhere outside of Europe. There’s a place on the corner that smells like heaven, and we swing in there.
On the way in, Hades touches my arm and I instinctively move to the left at his guidance. A customer that I would have otherwise collided with brushes by me. I’m not sure that Hades even knows he did anything; he’s been doing things like that for me for so long.
And I’m not sure why I noticed this time.
