““Anything for my little brother.” His smile turned impish. “So I could ask for your sports car and you would give me that?” “Ha ha. No, I would design you your own sports car. Just like I did five ages ago when you turned fifteens. Why, do you want another one?” I asked. “No, I was just teasing you. I like my car just fine. It’s black and sleek and sophisticated,” he said. “Just like your cold, dead heart.” Hades laughed. “You’re terrible to me, you know that?””