Chapter Twenty-Seven
Steph
Hades paused a moment before setting his glass down and reaching for a plump, perfect strawberry. My mouth watered again as I watched him eat it. I'd gotten past the thirst, thank God, but I was for sure getting hungrier.
When he finished, he cleared his throat. “Astute. I fail to see how it pertains to your situation, however.”
Damn my curiosity, but I rested my elbow on the table, chin propped on my hand. “Why are you alone? You said you have guests all the time, but . . . ” I squinted an eye and pursed my lips.
That brow above his eyepatch quirked again, and he gestured to me. “Go on.”
“What about a girlfriend? Or lover? Whatever you call them here.”
He crossed his arms. “There've been very few. Again, how is this—”
“But, none like, long-term?”
His ja
