Hades's eyes weren't on Serena— not even as she approached him in her bright purple dress, the silk catching every bit of candlelight as if demanding attention.
Serena, of course, was well aware of the attention she was receiving. The moment she stepped into the ballroom, she felt the familiar shift in the air. The Seraphs looked at her with thinly veiled envy, and the men couldn't help but steal second and even third glances as they passed her by.
She was no stranger to such stares. She had lived in them, bathed in them, grown convinced that it was only natural for people to look at her and strange if they didn't. That confidence, however, blinded her to one thing:
The fact that Hades wasn't looking at her.
Even with her standing directly before him, his gaze had slid past her without pause. He wasn't even pretending to acknowledge her. Instead, his attention was fixed far across the ballroom, toward Liam and his group of friends gathered at the corner.
