Violet

If looks could kill, Hades would have been six feet under by now. No, twelve feet under. And buried twice, just to be safe.

But of course, my glare had no effect on him. He couldn’t care less. He sat there like the devil himself, calm and smug, continuing what he was doing as though my rage was nothing more than a light breeze.

I’ve learned something about Hades, never doubt him. Anything you think no sane human would dare to do, he would. And not only would he do it, he’d do it with that infuriatingly proud smile tugging at his lips.

My face burned hotter. His blue...