My father… Two ordinarily innocuous words, but to Saoirse they were confirmation enough that Teuila Collins was exactly what Saoirse had assumed her to be: another scion. The note delivered to her room had lead Saoirse to believe she would be dealing with someone with less pragmatism about them, yet Teuila seemed - seemed - at least to be practically minded.

“Common foes?” Saoirse lifted a dark eyebrow. There were secrets that Hades kept from her, she knew that, but that he was a deity who gave rise to distrust and anger in others required only the smallest leap of logic.

“Who would they be?”