Haunting-Adeline

The black suit does nothing but darken his aura. Zade is Hades, stepping
out from the underworld and wreaking havoc on my quiet li le life. The
wicked scar cu ng through his nearly-white eye, with his other nearlyblack
eye is a combina on that could only be forged in Hell.
It’s just not fucking fair.
“You’re fucking magnificent,” he growls as he stalks towards me, his
shiny shoes reflec ng the moonlight. His voice is deeper than normal—
smokier. Deadlier.
It’s only when his hand rises towards my face that I no ce the single red
rose in his hand. He slips the flower behind my curls, bi ng back a smile as
he does.
I hold my breath. I feel just like a mouse caught in a trap, with my
predator licking his lips, ready to eat me alive.
Before I can open my mouth, he’s pressing into me and grabbing my
trench coat, wrenching it apart and down my arms. I gasp, both shocked by
his ac ons and the cold licking against my skin.
“What the he—”
“You wore the dress I bought you,” he interrupts, his mismatched eyes
roving over the en rety of my body.
I swallow and give him a look. “I wore it out of convenience. I hate dress
shopping.”
He barely acknowledges me—we both know that’s not why I wore it—
and focuses his a en on on every inch of my body. Flames lap at his pupils
as the heat in his gaze intensifies.
My coat dangles in his hand, and I glare at it, willing it to magically
appear back on my body.
A cold sweat breaks out across my forehead. I feel exposed, and the way
he’s looking at me is searing me from the inside out.
I’m just… really fucking uncomfortable right now.
I hold my hand out expectantly. “Are you done holding my coat hostage?
I’m freezing.”
His eyes finally draw back to my own. A shiver snakes down my spine,
slithering against my shot nerve endings.
God, the way he’s looking at me should be fucking illegal.
Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and
inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates.