Chapter 41

Hades’s Pov
Anita’s words—her insistence that she only viewed me as her superior—had stung in a way I hadn’t anticipated. I tried to shake it off, but the weight of her rejection still lingered. It wasn’t the refusal to dance that bothered me, but the clear boundary she’d drawn between us.
I had asked her to dance as a polite gesture, nothing more, or at least that’s what I told myself. But her words, “I don’t want to give anyone the wrong impression,” echoed in my mind. What impression had she thought she would give? Why did it matter so much?