บท 116: Mercy Dies

Hades

I leaned back in my chair, glaring at her in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me."

Her smirk widened, her eyes glinting with something that made her look a bit less dead. "I'm dead serious. Open up, or this train's about to crash into your face."

"Red, don't you dare—"

The fork edged closer. I could feel the tension in the air, a challenge wrapped in her playful mockery. She wasn't going to back down. And the worst part was I wasn't sure if I wanted her to.

With a low growl, I grabbed her wrist, halting the fork's approach. "You think this is funny?"

Her expression didn't falter. "No, I think it's necessary. And if humiliating you a little is what it takes to make you eat, then so be it. If the Hand of Death needs to be the spoonfed then so be it."