“I don’t mean to burst your bubble, or anything like that, but it didn’t sound like he was very convinced from where I’m standing.”
I could do nothing other than to turn to Marcel, and to notice that he was watching me quite intensely with his eyebrows raised, almost as if he was silently daring me to go against him, daring me to tell him that he was wrong and that he was imagining things—but of course, I couldn’t do that. No matter how much I wanted to, because both of us knew that he was right, that no matter how little information I had provided him, how little reason for suspicion there had been, Hades hadn’t sounded completely convinced by the excuse that I had given him.
I found myself wondering if it would have been better if I had just gone ahead and told Hades the truth and sa
