One corner of her mouth lifted and she slowly slid her gaze to his hand. "You should know, I...I don't hate you. Okay?" What was she doing? She was a fool. A selfish fool. She longed to be his friend, to not have him hate her, but hating her was the only way he'd stay out of Hades' fire. What was it about him that always made the walls she'd spent so long building crumble just a little?

Before she even knew what she was doing, her finger brushed his hand.