Anarchy (Hades, #2)

by Tate James

No one fell in love at first sight. That shit was reserved for fiction and fiction only.

It scared me. It legitimately terrified me. Cassiel Saint didn't just want a quick fuck; he wanted commitment. There was no way I was ready to give him that. Not now, probably not ever. But I also wasn't pushing him away and walking out the door.

He'd thought I needed control in every area of my life—bedroom included. He’d been wrong.

Inside was a clean set of clothes and a thick packet of wet wipes. Smooth motherfucker indeed, that was one way to show he was thinking of me. Cassiel Saint was really living up to the promises in his love letter.

I was just taking my stick and smacking it straight into the hornet's nest. Danger and I liked to flirt on a regular basis.

I wasn't worried about where he was taking me or why he was being secretive because I trusted him implicitly. He might have been feeling threatened, but surely he knew how much of my heart he already owned.

The dark look he cast at my Gumdrop said he would be getting revenge during training later, poor darling.

"I won't lose her to you, Zed. She already loves you and has since before I met her, so there's nothing to be insecure about. Hayden has room in her heart for both of us and for the grumpy old man snoring upstairs. Either get on board or get out, but I'm locked in for the whole damn ride."

I gave myself a long mental pep talk in the shower, and when I got out, I looked in the mirror and groaned. All I saw staring back at me was a well-fucked woman with rosy cheeks, puffy lips, and bruised bite marks on her throat. All I saw... was happiness.