Violet
I sat down on the bench, pulling my knees together as the cold wind brushed my hair into my face. Winter was coming fast, and the air had that biting chill to it. My fingers trembled slightly. I shivered, tucking my chin down.
Thank God for Hades’s jacket.
Without it, I probably would’ve frozen to death already. It was too big for me, swallowing my frame completely, and it still carried the faint scent of him.
I turned my head and looked back toward the mall. A small crowd had gathered near the entrance. I couldn’t see him from here, but my mind kept trying to imagine what he was doing. He said he never lost, but the man from earlier had been big.
I couldn’t help imagining all the ways this day could end badly.
What if he got angry and, God forbid, punched Hades? Worse, what
