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A shiver travels down my spine.

For some reason, it feels strangely familiar.

I take my order from her and turn toward Hades.

The way he’s watching me should scare me.

And it does.

But there’s something thrilling about being the focus of a predator’s attention.

Something that makes me want to move closer instead of run.

And that’s even scarier.

CHAPTER 15

Hades

Presley walks toward me carrying a coffee and a bag.

I watch her the entire way.

Her face is red from me watching her.

This is such a nice change.

Until now, I’ve hidden when I watched her. I’ve spent my time in the woods, hiding behind trees, or standing beneath the cover of darkness, watching her through windows.

Last night, I stood over her and watched her while she slept.

Here, I don’t have to hide.

And judging from the pink covering her entire face, she doesn't mind.

She reaches the table and looks at the chair I pushed out for her. “You really are bossy.”

I shrug. “You must like it. You came back.”

“I needed somewhere to sit.”

I stare at her. “There are other tables.”

Her eyes narrow.

I wait.

Finally, she sits.

I almost smile. “See?”

“See what?”

“You came back. You wanted to sit with me.”

She pulls her food from the bag. “I'm already regretting it.”

“No, you're not.”