CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

—JASMINE

I watch the look in Hades' eyes as he takes in the sight of Azrael in my arms. It's a mix of shock, disbelief, and a hint of longing. I can sense it, he feels it. He knows. He knows the child in my arms is his. The air is thick with tension as the truth hangs between us like a challenge.

Denzel immediately steps in front of me and my child, his broad shoulders blocking us from Hades' view.

He clears his throat, his deep voice firm. "You're not welcome here," Denzel says, his eyes flashing a warning.

But Hades doesn't back down.

He takes a step forward, his eyes fixed on me, his voice calling out to me like a siren's song.

"Jasmine?" he says, his tone dripping with a force that tugs at my chest. It's a mix of longing, possessiveness, and a hint of desperation.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as our eyes meet.

The connection between us crackles like electricity, and for a moment, I forget about everything else.

I forget about Denzel, about Azrael, about the danger that