CHAPTER EIGHT

—JASMINE

My body feels tight and numb and so is my throat. I haven’t said a word since Hades’ and I left the party.

My heart is completely disrupted and I don’t know how to feel.

Whatever I feel is beyond sadness and despair.

Well, any living Luna in my shoes would have shattered completely if their entire pack members pointed fingers at them and slutshamed her.

As we step into Hades’ room, he gently guides me towards his bed and urges my body to take a seat.

I take a seat and watch as he moves swiftly around the room before disappearing into the bathroom.

He comes out seconds later with a damp towel and as he squats down to match my seated height. He starts to carefully wipe the wine stain on my skin and dress.

I flinch when the cold towel touches me, giving away how shocked I still am.

Hades pauses to give me a look before continuing with his action.

The room is quiet, with just the sound of Hades’ breathing and the towel moving around my dress hovering around the place.