CHAPTER SXTY TWO

—HADES

I gawk at Alison.

She has proof that she saved me? This is absurd because I already know the truth.

But I will not decline her.

“Fine. Show me this proof?” I begin and she nods.

Time seems to slow down as I watch Alison's deliberate movements, her hands grasping the arm of her dress and slowly pulling it down.

The fabric slides down her body, revealing her skin inch by inch.

I'm frozen in shock, my eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before me.

"What are you doing?" I demand, my voice low and even, trying to hide the turmoil inside me.

Alison's response is laced with defiance, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desperation.

"You wanted proof?" she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm as if daring me to look away.

I narrow my eyes, my gaze locked on hers, trying to process what's happening.

“That’s what I said, not a strip show”

She rolls her eyes at my words, thinking I’m being dramatic, but then I'm met with a sight that makes my breath catch in my throat.

She