Page 255 of Trick or Stalk

Something changes in his eyes.

That's all I need.

A short, disbelieving laugh comes out of me.

“Oh my God.”

“Presley.”

“He was wearing it at the festival, wasn’t he?”

His face barely changes, but it’s enough for me. Because I've learned Hades well enough to know his expressions. His silences. The way his jaw moves when he's holding something back.

And suddenly I know. “You chased him.”

“Presley—”

“You fucking chased your own brother.”

He takes a step toward me.

I step back, feeling sick.

Hades stops immediately.

My stomach drops.

Hades always has an answer. Always.

But he doesn’t now.

I stare at the man I fell in love with. The man who made me feel safe.

“Who was wearing the mask the first time I saw him?”

Hades says nothing.

My eyes burn.

I shake my head. No.

“Wilder never touched you.”

I freeze.

“What?”

“He wore the mask at the festival and tonight. That's it. Everything else was me.”

My hand clamps over my mouth. The betrayal twists like a knife in my gut.

I feel like I’m in a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

“Don’t follow me.”

I run back inside, searching for Gracie.

I bump into Callie instead.