Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 128

Eve

I shoved against his chest, harder this time, forcing space between us. "I knew it," I snapped, breathless. "You’re distracting me."

Hades barely budged, only rocking back a step with infuriating ease. His eyes gleamed with something dark and knowing. "And here I thought I was just enjoying the moment."

I crossed my arms, narrowing my gaze as heat still simmered low in my stomach. Damn him. "You’re trying to derail my plans."

"Am I?" he replied smoothly, his fingers trailing along the edge of the headboard as if he hadn’t just pressed me into it moments ago. "I’m not sure you seemed all that eager to punish me a second ago." _{freewebnøvel.com}

I scowled. "Don’t play coy, Hades. You’re stalling. You were in the shower for close to an hour not and now.. " I gestured vaguely at his towel-clad form, "this."

His smirk deepened, eyes flicking over me with slow, deliberate intent. "You didn’t seem to mind this all that much."

My face burned hotter. I grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it at him. He caught it effortlessly, his laugh vibrating through the room.

"Fine," I huffed, planting my hands on my hips. "You don’t have any excuse for these things so I’ll just assume the Hand Of Death was hiding from me."

Hades arched a brow, intrigued. "Hiding?"

"Yes." I crossed the room, brushing past him to sit on the edge of the bed. "You’re not as mysterious as you think, you know. I bet you were avoiding your punishment. Maybe it’s fear."

His gaze darkened. "I don’t fear anything." His voice took on a whole nother timber. It almost didn’t sound like him.

My stomach dropped. I had gone too far. "Or responsibility." I glanced at him, I easily. "Or maybe…" I leaned back, giving him a slow, dramatic once-over, "you were just admiring yourself for forty minutes."

To my surprise, Hades tilted his head, considering, his expression softened. "You’re not entirely wrong."

I blinked at his sudden change. "Wait, what?"

He shrugged, tossing the pillow back onto the bed. "I was reflecting."

"Reflecting?" I repeated, narrowing my eyes in disbelief. "In the shower?"

"Best place for it. Quiet, warm. And no one barges in demanding answers." He shot me a pointed look.

I scoffed. "Well, clearly that didn’t work out for you."

His gaze lingered on me for a moment too long, and I could see the teasing flicker behind his eyes before he spoke again. "I wasn’t just reflecting, you know."

I froze.

The way he said it—the weight behind the words—made my pulse quicken.

I swallowed, then I gasped. He was at it again. I straightened my spine and pointed at the bags that were yet to be unpacked. "Get in that onesie or else."

Hades’ gaze flicked toward the onesie crumpled on top of the suitcase, and his entire body sagged as if I’d just delivered the harshest possible sentence.

"You can’t be serious," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "Ellen, I’m the King of Lycans. You really think this—" he gestured vaguely at the offending piece of clothing, "—is appropriate for someone of my status?"

I arched a brow, my smirk widening. "I think it’s perfect for someone who took an hour-long shower just to avoid putting it on."

His jaw clenched. "That was… strategic."