Anarchy (Hades, #2)

by Tate James

He turned back to face me, shrugging his hood back to reveal a scarred face, partly covered with a leather eyepatch, and a deranged smile. "You have no idea how right you are, pretty boy."

"No. You listen to me, Hayden Timber. I've stood back and watched you push people away and isolate yourself time and time again, making yourself utterly un-fucking-touchable. For fucking years. Now, in the short time you've been screwing Lucas, something has changed, and I for one don't want to see it change back. You care for him. You're going to the hospital and making sure he's alive. End of discussion."