CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN

The rest of the flight was uneventful, I tried as hard as I could to keep my eyes away from Hades, ignoring him and doing other things.

My eyes still kept wondering though, and it made me realise how much I used to stare at him. If I thought about it well whenever I and Hades were in a room together eighty percent of the time my eyes were trained on him.

Now that I was beyond pissed and angry I still wanted to look at him, but I wouldn't let myself.

Hades was quiet as well, placing his head on his palm and closing his eyes. I knew he was awake and anytime I shifted even if it was a little bit his eyes immediately went open with his gaze trained on me.

I could feel his gaze even more intense and scorching against my skin, he could tell that I was pissed at him, and I wondered if he knew what he had done wrong.

Hades was a lot of good things even if he wasn't aware of it, but he could also be quite obtuse to many emotions, like I could literally tell he was wondering what was up wit