Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 127

Eve

Hades took an extra-long look in the shower tonight, but I couldn’t help grinning. Did he really think that stalling would deter me? I looked up at the clock and sighed. He had been "freshening up" for forty minutes.

I got up from the bed and stood by the bathroom door. I listened for any sound. I heard water and... humming. I pulled back, just a bit stunned. Did the Hand of Death sing in the shower? I tried to create a mental image and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Hey," I called out, knocking on the door with my knuckles. "Are you planning to set a world record in there, or are you trying to write a musical?"

The humming abruptly stopped, replaced by silence. Then came his low, gravelly voice. "Some things are worth taking time for, Ellen."

I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me. "Well, unless you’re planning on becoming the next opera sensation, I suggest you hurry up. I’m not waiting all night for you to make an appearance."

There was a pause, and then the sound of water stopped.

"You were laughing," he said through the door, his tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

I froze. "No, I wasn’t."

"You were," he insisted, and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

I crossed my arms, standing firm. "What if I was? Is humming in the shower a new intimidation tactic I should be worried about?"

The door cracked open just a sliver, and Hades’ head appeared, damp hair falling over his sharp, chiseled face. I gulped as I took him in. There was something so disarmingly attractive about the way he looked in this moment.

"You find my humming funny?" he asked, raising a single brow in mock offense.

I played it off and tilted my head, giving him a mischievous grin. "Hilarious, actually. I never pegged the Hand of Death as a fan of shower concerts."

He leaned against the doorframe, his towel slung low around his hips. My eyes went down to his Adonis belt, his happy trail leading to the place clad by the towel. My gaze trailed down, only to be greeted with a bulge. My head snapped up.

I met a knowing look in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but I was quick to cut him off.

"One word, and you will have to gallivant all over your tower in your onesies."

"Your challenges and punishments don’t work like that, but I won’t push."

"Yeah, right. As if I don’t know you."

"There are many things about me you don’t know, Red."

I raised a brow, refusing to let his unshaken confidence rattle me. "Clearly. But I think I’ll survive without the soundtrack of your shower symphony."

He let out a soft chuckle, low and rich, the sound sending a ripple of heat straight to my core. "Careful, Ellen. You’re venturing into dangerous territory."

I shrugged, unbothered. "I’ve been living in dangerous territory ever since I met you."