Eve
"Sparring blind?" I echoed incredulously.
Hades didn't even look at me as he retrieved cuffs and a black blindfold. "You heard me the first time, Red." He rose to his full height, entering the ring once again. "For the first challenge, you're sparring blind." He reiterated with infuriating calm, as if he hadn't just said the most bizarre thing known to man. So much for leveling the playing field.
I felt a migraine coming on. "I can't believe you," I grumbled.
He raised a clueless brow. "Can't believe what about me exactly?"
I pointed an accusatory finger at him, my voice turning acidic. "They call you the Hand of Death, and you take my sight in a bid to make me lose." After what had happened with Jules just yesterday, I couldn't deal with more suspicions. The paranoia was eating me alive. It was a surprise I hadn't ended up having nightmares.
