Hades
Eve had been injected with a sedative to help her relax. I should have been with her now — she needed me again. But first, I had to rid us of a presence that had been a constant thorn in her side. The last thing my wife needed was another disturbance in her life.
My arms were crossed as I looked at both of them, Felicia's mouth moving, her denials smooth as silk, her tone sweet as honey laced with venom. But I could smell the lies.
The air thickened with tension, my arms crossed tight over my chest as I stared her down.
"You expect me to believe that?" My voice was low, dangerous. "You take me for a fool, Felicia?"
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
I stepped forward, power crackling beneath my skin. "You play games with me — with her — and I promise you, there will be hell to pay."
Montegue, her father, stood stoic at her side, his face carved from stone. He didn't interrupt. He didn't defend her. He simply inclined his head.
