“Did you think I wouldn’t find you? Hiding among the grand dames—a peacock amongst the pigeons.” His voice was as dark as his eyes, and I drew in a breath to settle the butterflies that had taken up residence in my stomach. “I wasn’t hiding,” I answered. “I was just watching the people. They are all so beautiful—so glamorous. It’s like a movie.” “You’re the one being watched,” Hades replied as he spun me around in his arms. “Every man in this room… they can’t keep their eyes off of you.” I responded to the pressure he was placing against my side and he led me out onto the dance floor. He was tall and elegant—dark, crisply curling hair and even darker eyes. His skin was tanned from the Greek Island sun and his hands were large and calloused from sailing. I breathed in and was swamped with his scent: Cyprus lime and spice and amber, all underlined with the uniquely masculine scent of *him*.
