Hades

|Loyalty|

•CHAPTER THREE•

    
     I walk out of the coffee shop, my book bag slung over my shoulder with my keys in hand. My heart knocked against my ribcage once I considered what I was about to do. I didn't trust myself completely to get behind the wheel and have my heart not burst in my chest. But I had to, for the sake of everyone else and myself. I had to get over this fear.

Taking a deep breath, I wrap my arms around myself and continued to glance around the dark street. The dim lights weren't bright enough to illuminate the cold pavement, and something was nagging me in the back of my mind that I stupidly chose to ignore.

Bringing the French vanilla cappuccino to my lips, I take a tentative sip before beginning my walk to the car.

Suddenly, a large shadow looms over me and as soon as I look up to see what it was, I bumped into a hard wall.

Wall? Where the fuck did that come from?

"Fuck," I mutter, bending down to yank my keys off the ground.

Movement reminds me of what just happened and I glance up, coming face to face with a man with beautiful, icy blue eyes. I should've backed away, or at least been afraid. But all I felt was calm rush over me like a wave hitting the shore. Fast paced at first, then a slow, gradual push. I blink, wondering where I'd seen those eyes before.

The person was obviously a man with their defined jaw, soft pink lips and stubble. He was dressed in dark, black jeans that fitted him nicely with a black hoodie that seemed to mold into him. He had a scar running from his left eyebrow to his cheek, but that characteristic oddly made him more handsome. Rugged.

He clears his throat and I snap out of my perverted thoughts, realizing we had just been crouched and staring at each other. How embarrassing...

He picks up my book as we stand in unison, and I smile kindly.

"Thank you." I take the book from his outstretched hand, and my eyes land on the intricate details written on them.

He nods, his gaze never once wavering from me. I glance at him from under my lashes, my cheeks burning red as his eyes shined with continuous emotion—and not the innocent kind.

I clear my throat, smiling uncomfortably at the dark turn of my thoughts as I return to my walk to the car.

Get. A. Grip.

"Nice choice," I hear him say quietly. I turn, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Hm?"

He gestures to the book in my hands. "The chapter on Hades is the most interesting. My favorite." He smirks, his voice becoming deeper. I glance down at my book—Greek Mythology: Who They Worshipped.

I open my mouth to reply, looking up.

He was gone.
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I knew he reminded me of something—no— someone.

The way he looked at me, stared as if he'd been waiting for this moment.

Need, lust, desire, and awe was burning in his eyes before he shielded from me his emotions. I felt a connection when we touched. But that couldn't be, right?