Page 206 of Trick or Stalk

“Not anymore.”

I stare at her.

She places the books on the counter. “Anything else?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that.”

Margaret looks at Hades. “You were saying?”

I gape at her.

Hades looks entirely too amused. “I was asking Presley what she's doing tonight.”

“She gets off at five.”

“We've established that,” I mutter.

Margaret ignores me.

Hades's attention returns to me. “Go to the Halloween festival with me.”

Oh.

Oh.

That's—

That's a date.

Right?

That definitely sounds like a date.

I’m stunned. Unsure what to say.

Why do I feel guilty? I want to be with Hades.

Yet, I let a masked man finger me upstairs⁠—

I close my eyes, willing the thought to disappear.

“Presley?”

I open them again. Hades is watching me.

“Sorry.”

His eyebrow lifts. “Do I want to know?”

“Absolutely not.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “So?”

I want to go with him.

But the brown blur that races past me and leaps against Hades is the reason why I’m going to have to say no.

He bends down and pets her, then lifts her, still stroking her fur.