I’d lost everything after my parents passed away, but Hades was there, pen in hand, for me to sign my life away to him.
I could have refused, but then I’d be without a home. Without a support system, I’d be penniless.
So I said yes.
Hades was my guardian. I was his ward.
He was cruel. I was too innocent.
And the longer I was in his care, and the more I saw how cruel and cold he could be, the more… I wanted him.
It was wrong—forbidden—to be together, but the deeper I let Hades pull me into his underworld, the more I wanted him to corrupt me.