Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 62

Eve~

I stared at him like he had grown a second head. First, I find out he has dimples, and now he’s doing this?

"What…" I started, but he cut me off.

"Thank you, Red." He cringed—not like it hurt to say, more like he wasn’t used to saying it. "For saving my nephew."

My eyes widened, and my tongue was paralyzed.

"You are not a liability, Red," he murmured, the softness of his tone disarming me. "You are my wife."

My heart sputtered in my chest.

Wife.

That damn word.

I swallowed thickly. "Hades, we talked about this." Memories of that time hit me, making my face hot.

"I won’t be impulsive as I was then. I won’t do anything you don’t want to do," his voice took on a salacious note at the last part, but I refused to dwell on it.

"Remember what I said at the gala?"

"You said a lot of things," I dismissed, though I knew I remembered every single word.

"I am a bloody bastard, I know."

"That’s old news," I blurted before I could catch myself. I slapped my hand over my mouth.

He simply flashed another genuine smile, his dimples dipping. How could such a man have such a mesmerizing smile? Why did the goddess like to play games? _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

"Red…"

"Let’s not talk about those things," I mumbled. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run or stay. He was such a convoluted man, and it would be best not to speak of feelings, promises, or harsh words spoken in the heat of the moment. Exploring those places was like opening a wound that had barely started to heal. Safer to leave it untouched.

"Let’s not talk about those things," I mumbled again, looking away, focusing on the warmth of his hand still hovering near mine rather than the emotions I refused to untangle. "There’s… there’s something else we should discuss."

He arched a brow, catching my deflection, but for once, he let it slide. "Go on."

"The explosions," I said, keeping my tone steady, as if speaking of the danger would ground me. "They weren’t accidents, were they?" His expression shifted, the softness hardening, replaced by the familiar calculating edge he wore so well.

"No. They weren’t." He sighed, tension tightening his features. "The initial investigation pointed to a breach in security—someone inside the estate with knowledge of the layout and our routines."

The thought made my blood run cold. "Someone… on the inside?" I repeated, swallowing. "Do you have any idea who?"

He hesitated, a dark look in his eyes. "We have a few leads, but nothing solid. Whoever’s behind this, they’ve been careful, covering their tracks well." His gaze met mine, intense and unyielding. "But I’ll find them." The softness in his gaze gave way to an expression I imagined a murderer would wear.