Heroes aren't meant to act like their villains -- or fall in love with them. The elements touch everyone on Earth -- Fire, Water, even Light -- but every so often someone becomes more attuned to their elemental leaning and develops true power. When an evil Elemental known as Thanatos arrived in Olympus City, it saw the rise of its first hero -- Zeus. But the death toll caused by defeating Thanatos changed Zeus, who by day is young detective Danny Grant. It's been six months since Thanatos terrorized the city at the start of Lovesick Gods. Danny should be used to his duty behind the mask, but the recent past haunts him. His girlfriend left him, he snaps at the barest provocation, his life feels empty -- he needs an outlet, any outlet to pull him out of his depression. Enter notorious thief Malcolm Cho, the Ice Elemental Prometheus. There was a time when Danny welcomed a fight with Cho, filled with colorful banter and casual flirtations that were a relief compared to Thanatos. Even as a criminal, Cho had recognized the threat Thanatos posed and promised to help Danny stop him, but the day Danny needed Cho, he never showed. Cho was the reason so many people died that day -- including Danny's mother. Danny decides to teach the man a lesson and fan the fire of their attraction into something more. At worst, he'll get some no-strings-attached sex out of the deal and finally blow off steam; at best, he'll get Cho to fall in love with him and then break his heart to spite him. Danny doesn't expect to fall for Cho in the process, and he certainly can't predict the much darker threat on the horizon.

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But he couldn’t. Not yet. He wanted one more night to pretend.


“They’ll take care of the suit,” he said, strong enough for one more feat tonight, because he had to be, he had to be. He looked at Cho’s face, discolored and tainted because of him. “And I’ll take care of you.”


Willing himself to have enough stamina to make one more jump, Danny set his sights on Cho’s apartment.   24


Zeus was smart, but while he thought he was protecting himself and Prometheus, he’d given Hades exactly what he needed. 


The lenses of Prometheus’s goggles were small, but they were large enough for Hades to snag the end of a piece of fabric. He reached through, gripped part of that fascinating black suit, and began to pull and pull it through the reflection, which was easy to complete once he had a good hold of it from his side of the mirror world. In moments, he’d claimed the black suit for his own. 


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