Fey rose from the couch, setting her empty glass on the table. “Well, as much as I enjoy our little chats, I think it’s time to call it a night.”
Hades arched a brow, his smirk returning. “Kicking me out already?”
“Not quite,” she replied, crossing her arms. “You can stay in the guest wing. It’s down the hall to the right. Try not to get lost.”
He stood and he moved toward her. “How generous of you. I’ll try not to rearrange your books while you’re sleeping.”
Fey snorted, walking to the door and opening it for him. “Goodnight, Hades.”
He paused in the doorway, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. “Goodnight, Fey. Don’t let the witches bite.”
She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth lifted in a faint smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Hades gave her on
