Violet
I slapped myself. It was not a light pat, or a playful tap. This time it was hard, the sting shooting across my cheek. The sound cracked in the silence. Even Hades froze. His brows lifted, his eyes widened slightly as though he didn't expect me to go this far.
My palm lingered on my cheek. Sometimes the best wake-up call is a slap to the face, I told myself. For example, if your heart keeps beating faster whenever you see your ex-boyfriend’s father, it’s a damn good wake-up call. Snaps you out of it faster than chasing useless thoughts.
I bit my lip, wincing. Okay, maybe I overdid it.
A low chuckle rumbled beside me. My head snapped up. Hades Sinclair was looking amused, as if he had just peeled back my entire soul and found it entertaining. His lips curled, that devastating sm
