Page 94 of Sinful Hearts

“What—”

“Oh, nothing!” she beams. “I was just going to say,lovethe hair-down look on you. You should rock that more often!”

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Two hourslater I’m back in my office, sitting in my chair, surrounded by the chaos Hades left in his wake. Files and documents are strewn across the floor, together with two legal pads, a desktop clock, and a handful of pens.

I haven’t made the first move to clean them up since I got back from my meeting with Taylor ten minutes ago.

Because all I’m doing is staring at the edge of my desk, and remembering the feel of him.

The taste of his mouth.

The power of him, twisting and tying me into knots.

And that’s exactly when the door suddenly bangs open. I look up quickly, paling as Leo comes storming inside with a dark cloud looming in his eyes. He slams the door shut behind him, his eyes narrowing at me lethally.

“Yes?” I hiss.

His eye twitches as his lips curl.

“Where the fuck is Pascha?”

With Hades, I’m utterly incapable of hiding the truth, or any of my emotions. Mercifully, when it comes to pretty much anyonebuthim, my experience in a courtroom serves me well.

I gaze blankly at Leo. “I have no idea.”

“Well, then maybe we involve Gavan in this, then.”

“Yes, maybe we do,” I mutter quietly. “And I can tell him how your creep of a lackey tried to touch me, or how you threatened a fifteen-year-old girl. Think that would help?”

Leo’s lips curve down. “So, my little girl has claws after all.”

“Get out of my office, Leo.”

He snarls at me. “This isn’t going away. My man is missing.”

“Have you tried the zoo? Maybe they finally locked him up where he belongs.”

Leo bristles. “If I don’t find him, I’m coming back. And when I do, I’ll bemuchless agreeable about it.”

“Get. Out.”

He shakes his head, smiling darkly at me.

“Careful, little girl,” he mutters as he turns and opens the door. “You’re walking a dangerous tightrope here. I’m not sure you understand just how close you are to falling.”

Then he’s gone.

He’s wrong about that last part. I’m not unaware of how close I am to falling.

I know full well that Ialready have.

The god of the underworld has just made me his real-life Persephone.

It’s just that I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be this excited to be dragged down into sin and temptation.

I’m also pretty sure I only wantmore.

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