Page 249 of Trick or Stalk

Hades grabs his shoulder. “Don't.”

Wilder grins. I laugh again.

And for the first time tonight, I realize I'm not thinking about the Masked Man.

Not even a little.

An hour later, I'm dancing with Hades beneath a chandelier covered in black roses.

Actually, calling what we're doing dancing might be generous.

I'm dancing. Hades is holding me while occasionally moving his feet.

“You're terrible at this.”

“I warned you.” His arm tightens around my waist. “I have other talents.”

My cheeks heat. “I'm aware.”

His smile is pure male satisfaction.

I roll my eyes. “Don't look so proud of yourself.”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“Hades.”

He spins me unexpectedly.

I gasp, grabbing his shoulders when he pulls me back against him.

“See?” he murmurs.

“That was one move.”

“It worked.”

I laugh, then he dips me.

I squeal. “Hades!”

He pulls me upright. “Two.”

“You've been practicing.”

“I have not.”

“Liar.”

His hand slides along my back. “Maybe I'm a natural.”

“At being Gomez?”

His eyes hold mine. “At worshipping you.”

My breath catches.

The teasing disappears. For several seconds, neither of us moves.