Eve
I glanced at a blindfolded Hades for what was probably the tenth time as I tiptoed toward the first red flag. Sweat dripped from my brow, and I froze, afraid he would hear it.
He tilted his head slightly, and my heart flipped.
But he didn't turn toward me.
Relief threatened to spill out in a breath, but I swallowed it down. Not yet.
I moved again, each step light against the padded floor. The flag dangled just ahead, swaying faintly as if mocking me.
I can do this.
I reached up, fingers brushing the edge of the cloth—
"Impatient," Hades' voice cut through the silence. Smooth. Unbothered.
I snatched my hand back like the flag had burned me.
His head remained turned slightly away, blindfold covering his eyes, but somehow he still felt me.
"Slow down, Red," he drawled, arms crossed over his chest. "Or have you forgotten how this ends?"
I swallowed hard, fists clenching. He's bluffing.
