Parisa's POV
"Are you sure that it's over? I don't mind spending a few more days here," Hades wrapped his arm around me with one hand as the other cupped my face. Hades had his demon servants summoned and brought us clothes. There were none left after the constant ripping and clawing. The thought of any male coming within 100 yards of the mating cabin made Hades sprout his infamous smoke tendrils.
"Yes, it's over." I straightened out the white blouse over my dark jeans. Hades had the servants bring clothes that were light in color, telling me I was his light to his darkness and that I looked like his very own angel. Can we say swoon?
"We really need to get back; we have a mission to accomplish, right?" Hades nodded his head solemnly as he kissed my forehead.
"I'm not ready to share
