Hades abruptly paused the vision flowing through his little crow. With a slow blink, the thin thread of consciousness snapped back into his own body, settling behind his eyes. His violet gaze stirred awake, sharp and irritated, the faintest crease already forming between his brows as displeasure took hold of him.
"That little gardener's son," Hades muttered, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. "Had he not been warned to stay far away from Evangeline?"
Steward, who had been quietly dusting the shelves nearby, immediately turned at the sound of his lord's voice. He straightened and answered without delay, his tone respectful but steady. "All servants have been warned not to approach the young miss, milord."
"As I ordered," Hades replied, clicking his tongue in irritation. "And yet, it seems she has still managed to interact with a particularly brave soul."
