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Unspoken threats

Author: Toria Nne
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-30 21:37:38

They arrived at the Astor Hotel, its grand entrance guarded by two of Hades’s stern-looking men. The lobby was quiet.

Charon led them to a private lounge, where Christian was already waiting. This was Hades’s first time meeting Claudine’s brother.

He stood up as they approached. Christian was tall, even taller than Hades, with a build like a brick wall, all muscle and hard lines under his sharp suit. His dark eyes, so like Claudine’s, held a deep, knowing intensity that met Hades’s gaze without flinching.

His hair was thick and dark, a full mane that framed a strong, square jaw. He looked every bit as imposing and dangerous as Hades himself.

“Angel!” Claudine cried, rushing forward, her heart bursting.

Christian caught her in a tight hug, lifting her off her feet easily. “Mia! Dios mío, you’re really here! Are you okay? Really okay?” His voice was low, filled with strong feelings. He held her at arm’s length, looking at her face, his eyes full of worry.

“I’m fine, Angel. Just... so gl
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