Hades
I leaned back against the car seat, one leg crossed over the other as I flipped the next page of the file in my hand. The rain drummed on the roof, drowning the city in noise.
The suit I wore fit perfectly, tailored as if it had been made for me. My gray watch caught the dim light inside the car every time I tapped my finger lazily against the door. On the surface, I must have looked calm, and indifferent. But the words on the file blurred together until they meant nothing.
“Stay away from me, Hades.”
Her words echoed in my head. It had only been a day, yet I couldn’t push her out of my mind. She had imprinted herself on me.
Today I sat through a meeting with some of my directors, men who would do anything for my full attention, but my mind kept wandering to her voice, her body
