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Hades’s gaze drops to Val’s and my entwined fingers, and I immediately let go of Val’s hand. “Don’t be shy on account of me,” Hades says, pulling us both forward, out of the elevator car. “Down here, we don’t believe in the interspecies dating ban. In fact, down here…” He nudges Val like they’re best buddies. “Anything goes.” He winks at me.
“Sounds like MOA, circa my mother’s time,” I say under my breath, and Hades shoots me a glance.
“What’s that?”
“I said it sounds like a circus, and a good time,” I say, raising my voice.
“Definitely, definitely,” Hades agrees, rubbing his hands together as he leads us out onto what looks like a subway platform decorated in rotting high-end Victorian style.
“What is this place?” I ask, taking in the length of the vaulted ceiling, where cherubs
