Hera is so pissed. Zeus is out of Olympus — again. She had to bother Hermes to send the god to search for her husband — again. The report was fruitless — again.

She is exasperated, really. How can Zeus do this to her? Every night there seems to be a new one. A mortal, a nymph, another goddess…but, this time, Hera is done. Her last bay is to call a deity that will sure as hell make Zeus come back in less than a heartbeat.

“Hermes?”

She called out to the messenger of the gods with a sickeningly sweet tone, which did little to hide the fury shimmering beneath.

“Dear, can you go find…you know who for me?”