Scarlett St. Clair's Blog, page 126
March 1, 2019
February 27, 2019
The scent of Hades’ magic—ash and crisp, wintery air—was the only warning she had before she was...
The scent of Hades’ magic—ash and crisp, wintery air—was the only warning she had before she was teleported from her room. She appeared in Hades’ study before a roaring fire and despite the heat, chills spread across her skin. She started to turn, but Hades’ voice rang out.
“Don’t move,” he said. “Let me look at you.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes. She could feel him behind her, radiating power and heat and darkness. Her body responded–craved the power, hungered for the heat, yearned for darkness.
He moved, and the air caressed her exposed skin. She released her breath in a slow stream and opened her eyes as he came into view. He remained silent, making a slow circle around her. He was like a lion, pacing, considering the best way to take down his prey.
