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 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 . "You are my wife."
My heart sputtered in my chest.
Wife.
That damn word.
I swallowed thickly. "Hades, we talked about this." mories of that ti hit , 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.
"Rember what I said at the gala?"
"You said a lot of things," I dismissed, though I knew I rembered 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 srizing smile? Why did the goddess like to play gas?
"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 mont. 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 sothing 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 . "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—soone inside the estate with knowledge of the layout and our routines."
The thought made my blood run cold. "Soone… 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 t 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.
Hades was still there, and that was sothing I had to rember.
"I have a question for you too," he murmured, his gaze hardening. "Do you suspect anyone who might be after your life?"
The question brought back, and my sister's words echoed in my head.
Ti's up, sister.
My heart lodged in my throat. That was sothing I could not tell him. The realization washed over like cold water in winter. The first bomb, the second bomb in my phone—it had been Ellen. She was the one who wanted dead. They wanted dead. I was of no use to them anymore, it seed. I had beco a liability they had to rid themselves of. I recalled my last phone call with my mum, her frantic behavior, her apologizing. A foolish part of had wanted to believe she was being forced to act cold, especially with how she'd switched so fast when my father entered. But if that were true, she would have warned of my father or sister plotting to get rid of .
But I couldn't tell Hades even a sliver of what was going on in my mind.
I braced myself to lie, smiling faintly. "I am not what you would call the people's princess. I am sure I have made a lot of enemies. Anyone could be the culprit. I have a long list."
His expression was unreadable as he looked at , as if trying to figure out.
"And thank you for saving . You have not known and co to…" My words trailed off, a frown forming on my face. "How did you know there was an explosive in the phone?" I found myself asking.
He played off the question, casually—almost too casually. He shrugged. "A tip."
My eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping in. "A tip?" I repeated, tilting my head.
"Yes," he said smoothly, that guarded expression falling back into place. But it was a little too smooth. I watched as he shifted his weight, his fingers twitching slightly—a small tell I'd learned to read after so many encounters. My pulse quickened, and I crossed my arms, keeping my voice casual but my gaze sharp.
"Hades," I began, my tone low, "if you're going to lie to , you could at least make it believable. Who exactly would tip you off about a bomb in my phone?"
He didn't flinch, but there was a subtle flicker in his gaze, like he'd been caught off guard. His lips quirked, the barest hint of a smirk betraying him. "You're as perceptive as ever, Red."
"So it wasn't a tip." I took a moved closer, holding his gaze. "You bugged my phone, didn't you?"
He paused, taking a deep breath, his smirk fading. "It was for your protection."
"For my protection?" I echoed, disbelief coating my voice. "Did you think you'd protect better by spying on than by just asking what's going on?"
"You weren't telling everything," he said, his voice calm but firm, and for a second, the vulnerability flickered again. "And I needed to know that you were safe."
I couldn't deny the way my stomach twisted, both at his words and the admission that he'd taken matters into his own hands. Anger, confusion, and a strange, unwelco warmth all wrestled within . "So, rather than trust to tell you the truth, you watched from the shadows?"
His jaw clenched, a shadow darkening his eyes, but it dissipated like a lion disappearing into tall grass. "I didn't trust you," he finally conceded. "But I know better now."
I had been betrayed enough in my life to know this was a front. Hades might have a killer, dimpled smile, but this was pretense. And I would no longer be a fool.
"So did you recover anything?" I asked. "From my phone calls?"
He raised a brow. "Is there sothing worth recovering?" He threw the question back.
I shrugged. "You never know."
His lips twitched up again, and I had to look away. Relief flooded my veins. He wouldn't be smiling if he knew. His bugging seed to have backfired. I had been granted so grace. My secret remained safe.
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