Eve
Most had converged, waiting. The clock read two minutes to five as the council filled into the laboratory, that I learned from Montague was the place where Hades first exposed them to the intricacies of his plan concerning the blood war.
It had been hard for him to say some part of it but he had trusted me enough to give the details. And I couldn't lie; the scar tingled for a second. It was healed, felt like a lifetime ago.
His plan to use me, drain me, and force me to be a soldier in his army; saviour and slave.
"Back then he was in denial, even I could see through his charade. He was in love with you even then," he had said as he made plans for this pivotal meeting.
The bloodmoon was coming and so would the war. I knew how easily the seemingly inconsequential details could be simply glanced at and buried under the weight of larger schemes.
But not this time. Not when everything hung in the balance. Darius had an ace up his sleeve and he had let us know it.
