Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 50

Hades~

She walked out of the elevator, and I could immediately read the uneasiness on her face and in her body language. She tried to conceal it with the way she raised her chin when our eyes met. I had let Kael choose the clothes she was wearing. I had suggested something not too formal, a bit casual and light, just to put her at ease and not make her feel like she was going to stand trial.

Now, she was clad in a softer ensemble—nothing extravagant, but elegant enough to fit the occasion. A simple cream blouse, paired with a flowing skirt that brushed just above her ankles. Kael had chosen well, though I hardly cared about the specifics. What mattered was that it made her look approachable, not too defensive or closed off.

When her eyes met mine, she straightened her posture, trying to mask whatever doubt lingered beneath the surface. I could see it, though. The small hitch in her breath, the way her fingers lightly brushed against the fabric of her skirt, as if grounding herself.

"Comfortable?" I asked, my tone flat, giving nothing away. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

"Fine," she responded, though I could hear the slight tension in her voice.

Without another word, I offered my hand, and she finally let her eyes wander a bit from my face. I had chosen something casual as well—or rather, Kael had. A grey polo and black pants. I would have preferred black on black, but my Beta had said something about not going to a damn funeral.

Her eyes returned to my face, and I watched her throat work as she gulped. When she took my hand, hers was clammy. She was a bundle of nerves.

"Where are we going?" She attempted to sound curt, but her words were laced with uncertainty.

"You’ll see," I murmured as I led her out of the tower. Today, my guards were not flanking us. I had to make sure she was completely at ease.

The ride was quiet, just me watching from the corner of my eye as she looked out the window, tapping her leg with her fingers. She couldn’t seem to stay still.

"You can relax, Red," I murmured.

She turned to me. "Where are we going, Your Majesty?"

"It’s a surprise," I smirked.

She swallowed again, as though my words had only increased her fear. "Am I going to be punished for making you apologize?"

For the first time since the night began, I was the one caught off guard. It was like her special talent—stunning me. "What?"

"That’s it, right?" she asked.

The fear in those ocean depths became even more palpable. "Red—"

She flinched at the nickname. What was happening? Had my accusation done this? Or was it everything else? It was beginning to dawn on me just how hard it was going to be to get her to trust me.

I tightened my grip slightly, not enough to cause pain, but enough to steady her. She was trembling—subtly, but enough for me to notice.

"No," I said after a pause, keeping my voice as cold and flat as ever. "You’re not being punished. This isn’t a trap."