Dare To Love Me

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ly disoriented until memory crashed into me like a freight train, Gio's blood, Hades' hands, the cold marble of the mansion floors and the glorified prison he'd locked me in. I sat up quickly, disoriented for a

a statement in a silent room. It was sleek, strapless and unmistakably designer, next to it laid a folded

and be re

th a cocktail of indignation and fear. Ten minutes, like I was on some kind of schedule in a p

ed me. I wasn't ready for another confrontation, not yet. So I wore the damn dress. It clung to my curves perfectly. The hem reached all the way to my ankles, the slit teasing just enough thigh to feel like a warning. My ref

a hallway that looked like it belonged in a museum, marble floors, crystal chandeliers, paintings of men with dead eyes and women with sad smiles and then we reached the dining room. Room was the wrong word to describe it because it wasn't a room, far from it, it was a cathedral.

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re you, Kia?

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'll stand for a wh

isotto and wine, I didn't touch any of it. Hades, on the other hand, took a sip of his wine with maddening leisure, as if this were a dinner date and not some twiste

for your li

napped to

on his knees, bloodied, broken, he was still trying to bargain. Do

mething hard glittering in his eyes. "I gran

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you want

ront of me, too close, the scent of sandalwood and smoke wrapped around me like a noose

brother begging for your life the next tim

eath

time, I won't

toward the door and tossed a f

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