She should look away.
Absolutely, positively, one-hundred-percent should.
And yet.
Her eyes refused to cooperate with basic human decency. Or dignity. Or sanity.
Her gaze stayed locked on the water. On him.
Hades was moving like water incarnate. Powerful, fluid, purposeful. He reached the pool's edge and pulled himself up with ease, muscles shifting beneath sun-warmed skin. Droplets clung to his frame, trailing down like they had no interest in leaving. He shook his head once, and his dark hair flung moisture like a slow-motion shampoo commercial, before he swept his fingers through it and pushed it back.
Alice could hear her own heart.
That was the only thing she could hear.
This man. This psychotic, aloof, semi-feral embodiment of danger... had no right looking like that. She didn't want to be drawn. Never. Not after all his stupid brooding, his one-word answers, and the fact that—
He had seen her naked.
Her face flushed violently.
