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“I will answer it.” He met her gaze, challenging.“If you will answer a question for me.”
Say yes, he silently begged, though he would never compel her.Say yes so I can learn all of you.
A small furrow appeared between her brows as she considered his proposal.An answer to a question is a small price to pay if she lost, Hades wanted to say.Others put their soul on the line. But he remained quiet.
“Fine,” she conceded.
It was a challenge not to smile.
He answered her earlier question,“I come because it is…fun.”
It was not a complete lie, and it sounded like something a mortal would say, and for this moment in time, that is what he intended to be—fragile and human.
“Now you—why are you here tonight?”
“My friend Lexa was on the list,” she explained, looking at her hands as she twined her fingers together in her lap.
“No,” he said.“That is the answer to a different question. Why areyouhere tonight?”
She met his gaze, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and he found himself desperate to chase it—that flicker of defiance, that hint of passion.
“It seemed rebellious at the time,” she answered finally.
“And now you aren’t so sure?”
“Oh, I am sure it is rebellious,” she said as her fingers trailed the felt table. Hades’ gaze followed them and he thought he would have liked for those fingers to explore his skin. After a moment, he lifted his gaze to hers.
“I’m just not sure how I’ll feel about it tomorrow.”
Now he was curious.“Who are you rebelling against?”
Her smile was like an arrow to his chest—devastating, secretive, enticing.“You said one question.”
“So I did.”
Well played, darling,he thought with a smile.
She shivered again.
“Are you cold?”
“What?” She seemed surprised by his question.
“You’ve been shivering since you sat down.”
She flushed, fidgeted under his gaze again, and then blurted,“Who was that woman with you earlier?”
He frowned but then remembered.“Oh, Minthe. She’s always putting her hands where they don’t belong.”
She paled, and he realized he had said something wrong.
“I…think I should go.”
No.
They had not spoken long enough. He did not know her name, and he wanted to teach her—he wanted to teach her so many things. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand was on hers and something volatile sparked between them, eliciting a gasp from her perfect lips. She pulled away quickly.
“No,” he said, but it came out as a command, and she glared at him.
