"Lose... a hand?"
Hades laughed softly. "It's a jest, silly."
Eva's cheeks flamed. Of course it was a joke— how foolish she must have looked, taking his words so seriously, like a naive little lamb lost before the wolf.
"But," Hades continued smoothly, stealing her attention back to him, "if you won't tell me, how about I make a guess?"
Her stomach knotted.
"You have a sister," he said, as if he could see through her life when he had never seen her family before. "A younger one. She must have seen you wearing the dress, saw how it suited you well— and thought to take it for herself. You refused, and then..."
Each word struck closer to truth, and with every one, Eva's eyes grew wider, three times wider even, until she was staring at him as though he'd just plucked the memory from her mind.
Seeing her reaction, Hades laughed, rich and low. "Ah. I see I've guessed correctly."
