XENIA
“Sorry about him, he’s clearly still not a fan of us but at least he’s keeping his hands to himself now,” Hades said as I settled on the couch.
The ravenous way in which Matteo devoured my neck two weeks ago begged to differ his claim that he’d been keeping his hands to himself. But of course I’d be a fool to admit that to Hades so I decided to change the subject.
“I didn’t realize you both were related by blood, and I’d have most likely denied the fact if I hadn’t overhead it from yours and his lips,” I disclosed despite knowing that he’d realize I was eavesdropping earlier.
He halted while setting down food on the table before me, a knowing smile slowly spreading across his face.
“Oh,” he burst into laughter, “that’s why he was looking at you that way? he knew you were listeni
