Eve
My voice came in a croak. "Even while cursed?"
His smile was soft, loving. "Our Cursed Luna—the first of her kind. Because despite every chain placed on you, every cruel fate forced on you, you still rose. Perhaps the curse was always a test. And you, Evie… you've already proved you can rise above it."
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The meeting area was the same place I had walked into with a wound on my leg and Argenic on my lips. It was the room where I had first made an attempt on Hades' life; where we had our first deadly kiss.
The memory should have stirred unease, left behind its scars like every wound before it. Instead, it steadied me. It reminded me how far we had come—how far I had come—and how much more we could endure.
It reminded me of Hades.
