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... Alice a long look.

That guy... there was something oddly pleasant and unpleasant about him.

As much as Alice wanted to leave with him so she would not be stuck with his brother—her husband, she had come here for something else.

Even the amusement about learning Hades’ ranks did not dwindle the anxiety she felt.

Hades lifted a brow, his sharp blue eyes fixed on her like she was an insect he could squash at any moment. His posture remained as relaxed as ever, one l ...

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