Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 31

Eve~

They had no faces, but I heard their voices, every damn word laced with hate. They all pointed fingers at me.

"Cursed!"

"You will doom us all!"

"Kill yourself!"

I held my hands to my ears, willing myself not to listen, but to no avail. I could still hear them; they surrounded me. I clutched my chest as fear seemed to swallow me whole. I raised my head again, willing to beg for mercy now.

But my eyes widened as I came to the horrifying realization that it was not their fingers that were pointed at me. Now each of them had guns, all aimed at me.

They all cocked their guns with a terrifying click and pulled the trigger. A blood-curdling scream tore out of my throat as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Princess, wake up," a voice broke through my terror.

I jerked away, thrashing against the hold I found myself in.

"Princess," the voice called again as I felt warmth surround me. It was dark, and my heart rate was off the roof. I opened my mouth to scream again, but a rough hand covered my mouth.

"It was a nightmare," the person was saying. "You are okay."

Realization dawned on me, relief washing over me like warm water. I sagged against the hold of that figure in the darkness, panting and sweating like I had just run a marathon. It was hard; the body was solid. I could feel the contour of muscles, and it was unmistakably male.

I pulled away as it hit me—there was a man in my bed. I tried to get off in a hurry, my terror returning. I narrowly missed the floor as my legs tangled with the linens.

"Who are you?" I demanded just as the bedside lamp was turned on.

Silver eyes, tousled midnight hair—Hades.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I could only stare at him, wide-eyed, while my heart beat a mile per second.

I braced myself for whatever he planned for me. What was he doing here? And in the night, for that matter?

"What do you want from me?"

A slow smile spread across his lips. "What if I said I came to kill you?"

I stared at him like he had just sprouted a new head. "What?"

"Is that not what you wanted?" he asked, making his way to the edge of the bed, his intense eyes still on me.

I was left dumbfounded, unable to think a single coherent thought, let alone speak.