Violet

This was really strange. So strange that I found myself wondering if the man sitting beside me was truly Hades Sinclair, or some very convincing impostor wearing his face.

I kept stealing glances at him, trying to figure out if I was imagining things.

Anyone else might have said I was overthinking it. But if they knew Hades the way I did, if they had ever been this close to him, they would understand why every nerve in my body was on edge right now.

Hades never sat still. If I leaned too close, he would find an excuse to touch me. If my knee brushed his, his hand...