Page 247 of Trick or Stalk

He scowls at her. His hand drops from the ears, then he grumbles, “Hi, Presley.”

I try to hide my laugh. “Hi.”

Gracie points at the gorgeous redhead beside them, standing beside a man. “Violet and her fiancé, Drew.”

Drew adjusts one of the white ears on his head with a deeply suffering expression. “She got to be Jessica Rabbit.”

Violet takes a sip of her drink, her figure clad in a sexy red dress. “Because I have the legs for it.”

“I also have legs.”

“Not Jessica Rabbit legs.”

Drew looks at me. “This is my life.”

I look at his white shirt, red suspenders, and bow tie. He makes a good Roger Rabbit.

“And this,” Gracie continues, pointing at the blonde in cat ears, “is Callie. Violet’s sister.”

Callie lifts her glass. “Meow.”

Violet groans. “Please stop doing that.”

“I’m committed to the costume.”

“You’ve been doing it for an hour.”

“And I have several hours left.”

I immediately like her.

Hades steps beside me, his arm going around my waist.

Gracie looks at Hades. “Everyone, this is Hades.”

Several pairs of eyes move over him before the round of hellos begins.

Callie looks between our Morticia and Gomez costumes. “Love the costumes.”

“Thank you,” I beam at her.

Before I can say another word, a male voice interrupts.

“Jesus Christ.”

Hades closes his eyes.

The man approaching us looks enough like Hades that I know immediately who he is. There’s no doubt they’re unmistakably related.

He's slightly younger, his features a little less severe, his expression considerably more amused.

He's dressed entirely in black, although I'm not sure whether that's supposed to be a costume.

Gracie shepherds everyone away with a “Come on, I want to show you the dessert table,” leaving Hades and me with the guy barreling toward us.

He stops in front of us and stares at Hades.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”