HADES
"He is asleep now," Kael said softly as he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him without a sound.
I didn't answer.
Couldn't.
As we made our way to my office, staring into a void that offered no answers. My hands, still bloodied from earlier, hung limp at my sides, fingertips stained crimson, nails cracked and blackened from the transformation that hadn't completed but had come far too close.
The hallway stretched long and empty ahead of me, lit only by the soft flicker of wall sconces. My legs didn't move.
I had no right to step forward.
No right to breathe easier.
He was asleep.
That was mercy.
That was Kael's doing.
Not mine.
I'd driven him to hide. I'd made my son crawl into the dark like an animal, fearing what his father might become. And gods, he was right to fear me.
I'd felt the Flux curling around my bones again like a second skin, whispering things I almost listened to.
Almost acted on.
