Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 125

Eve

I smoothed my dress, not because I cared what Hades thought, but because the guards stationed outside his estate watched my every move with hawk-like intensity.

When the car door swung open, I half-expected one of them to escort me inside.

Instead, he was waiting.

Hades sat in the back seat, one arm resting lazily along the headrest, his silver eyes already on me. His presence filled the space, coiled and ready to snap and for a second, I hesitated.

I hid it quickly, stepping forward. "I thought you’d back out and ask for a rematch."

His jaw flexed at the words. "I’m a man of my word." His voice was clipped, and if the tension in his shoulders said anything, it was that he deeply regretted that fact.

I slid into the seat beside him, letting the door click shut. "Relax, your majesty. You almost look constipated."

His head turned toward me with slow, deliberate. I guess he was trying to be as intimidating as he much as he could no longer manage the feat.

The glare he fixed on me could have stopped a charging wolf in their tracks.

"If I were you," he said in a voice low enough to be dangerous, "I’d choose the onesie carefully. Because the second this week is over—"

I leaned closer, cutting him off with a grin. "I know. War."

His eyes didn’t leave mine as I entered and took a seat, far, far from him. It was a big car after all.

The tension in the car thickened, stretching out between us like a live wire. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Hades didn’t say anything else, but his gaze lingered—too heavy, too sharp. I could feel the weight of his scrutiny, like he was peeling back layers I hadn’t realized I was wearing.

I shifted slightly, leaning into the corner of the seat to put more space between us. His eyes followed the movement, but he didn’t comment.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, but it buzzed—something unspoken simmering beneath the surface, coiling tighter with every second that passed.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. "You’re awfully quiet for someone about to be draped in glitter and rainbows."

His hand twitched against his knee. "I’m mentally preparing."

"For what? The emotional damage?" I teased.

A muscle in his jaw jumped. "For surviving the next seven nights with my pride intact."

I smirked. "I hate to break it to you, but pride’s the first thing you’re losing."

His silver gaze flicked to me, and even in the dim light of the car, I could see the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Keep talking, Red. You’ll be the next one in a onesie."

I raised a brow. "I look great in pastels. You, on the other hand…" I let the words trail off, biting back a grin.

He didn’t rise to the bait this time, but the smirk he gave me in return was pure arrogance. "I am sure you do," his eyes gazed my body and I squirmed. And by the way his smirk widened, that was exactly what he had wanted.

The rest of the ride passed in tense silence, interrupted only by the hum of the tires against the road. Every time I shifted, his gaze flicked in my direction. Subtle. Calculated. Did he think I was going to run or something?

By the time the car slowed to a stop, I was practically itching to get out.

The door opened, and I stepped onto the sidewalk, blinking at the boutique in front of me.

It was empty.

Not just quiet—completely deserted. The large glass windows reflected only the soft glow of the street lamps, and the inside lights bathed the empty space in warm tones.

I crossed my arms. "Let me guess. You booked the whole place out."

Hades stepped up beside me, hands sliding into his pockets as he surveyed the building with a bored expression. "Naturally."

I shook my head, lips twitching. "Of course you did."