“Drop your glamour.” Persephone’s eyes widened slightly. “Why?”“Because I wish to see you,” Hades...
“Drop your glamour.”
Persephone’s eyes widened slightly. “Why?”
“Because I wish to see you,” Hades said.
He felt her seize beneath him. It was like the night after La Rose when she held those sheets to her chest—a shield she used to protect herself from his gaze. He reached out with his own magic, caressing hers, and he felt her open to him. He turned his mouth to her ear, still maintaining eye contact. “Let me see you.”
She closed her eyes as let go, and Hades watched as she transformed. She was everything—she was everything in any form, but there was something about watching her embrace her Divinity that was inspiring. It was beautiful. Right now, it felt intimate.
“Open your eyes,” He whispered, and as she did, she didn’t look at Hades, but at herself. She was enchanting and everything about her had intensified. Her skin glowed, her eyes were luminous, her horns spiraled gracefully, but perhaps she appeared like a flame because she stood before his darkness.
“Darling, you are a goddess.”
