Lifting her hands, Evangeline removed the cloth from the frame.
She felt an indescribable curiosity brimming over her hand as she reached out to the cloth, as though a part of her had been hypnotized by the secret under the portrait.
As she pulled the cloth away, her emerald eyes widened in size.
She frowned as she found Hades's face staring back at her, almost so alive that it made her gulp when her eyes locked with the violet gaze in the portrait.
Hades in the portrait was dressed in a black tunic, his hair swept clean to the back of his head, showcasing his square forehead that only seemed to bolden his sultry almond eyes.
For a moment, Evangeline thought she had somehow stood in front of a mirror and locked eyes with Hades. Only after she turned back to make sure he wasn't in the room with her did she realize it was a portrait— a very well done one at that, as it felt so alive it was as if she could feel the warmth of his skin painted underneath the canvas.
