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Actually, I prefer that no one touch me, period.
But I ignore Persephone’s protests, carrying her straight upstairs. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been in this house, but my near-eidetic memory is helpful when I decide where to take her.
I bust into a bedroom, not stopping until I swing her down onto the broad king sized bed. Then I step back, my body shuddering once more.
That’s the most contact I have had with another person in a while, captive or not. My heart is pounding, and my breathing is a bit unsteady as I look at her.
All my nerves are jangling, going haywire at being suddenly stimulated after being accustomed to not touching anyone.
She stares up at me, full of hatred. “I won’t be kept in this room. I’m here against my will. And I’m not here to do your bidding.”
I lean down, invading her personal space. “Listen to me, lass. Follow the rules. Do the work I ask of ye. Keep yer head down. Yer life will be much, much easier that way.” I pause, enjoying the moment of tension that blooms in the air between us. “There are many less pleasant ways of getting ye to work. But I’m hoping that ye’ll be smart and not force me to use them. Hm?”
She sucks her lower lip in her mouth, taking a breath. Then she shocks me to the very core.
Persephone places a hand on the lapel of my suit jacket. She looks deep into my eyes.
And she pleads with me in the gentlest tone.
“Hades…” Her eyes mist over. Her hand digs into my jacket. “Please. Just let me go.”
The depth and intensity of anger that bubbles to the surface in an instant surprises even me. I sneer, ripping her hand away and stepping back.
“Ye think ye can charm me, my pretty little lass? Ye think ye can use yer sexuality and yer little help me looks to trick me?” I thunder.
I’m shaking with rage as I stand before her, accusatory.
Her wide hazel eyes darken with fear. “Hades?— “
“Stay put,” I command her. “Do not fucking test me. Ye’ll live to regret it.”
Then I spin around on my heel, march to the door, and slam it closed behind me. That fucking manipulative little bitch. I hate the fact that I tremble with anger and some darker, unnamed emotion as I turn and storm down the stairs.
Chapter6
Persephone
Iwake up with the strange, prickling sensation I am being watched. Shooting out of bed, I look toward the door, a growl in my throat. The bedroom door is wide open, the dark hallways just beyond gaping like a missing tooth.
I suck in a lungful of air and fix my gaze on the doorway. But nothing moves.
If Hades was watching me while I was asleep, he is gone now. I shudder. It’s beyond creepy. Just like everything has been since I was kidnapped.
I smack my lips, tasting something sour in my mouth. My stomach gurgles. My hair is a little matted where I slept pressed against it.
I guess my body doesn’t care that I’ve been kidnapped. It still needs to eat and be cleaned, regardless of my current location.
Getting out of bed, I slam the bedroom door closed and go into the bathroom. Turning the water on, I wait for it to get hot and clearly stare at my right arm. I clench my fist, but the fingers are very slow to unfurl themselves when I relax them.
Damage done to me when the back of my head struck the rock after Constantine chased me off that cliff. I carry it with me to this day.
Whoever stocked it with fresh, fluffy towels and luxurious shampoo did their job well. I close myself inside and shower quickly. The hot water rains down on me, the forceful pressure feeling amazing to my faintly achy muscles.
My mind wanders, circling back to Hades and his brothers. Three tall, broad shouldered Scottish men with the same dark hair and light complexions. That is where the comparisons end, though.
Eros is very attractive, his high cheekbones and full lips almost pretty. Ares is too scary to have the same said of him. He’s more… bluntly handsome.
Hades, though…
