I woke up excited about the day, I was going to check the camps with Hades and others. We didn't go the previous day because Hades felt dawn would be the best time to go there. The pack was so quiet when I stepped into the courtyard.
A cool mist still clung to the ground, curling around the warriors' boots as they saddled horses and checked weapons. The usual morning chatter had been replaced by clipped orders and hurried footsteps. Something had changed.
Yesterday had ended with Hades asking me to ride with him. Today, everyone seemed to know about it.
A few warriors glanced my way before quickly looking elsewhere. Some looked curious and others looked angry. I tried not to let it bother me.
"You came."
I turned at the sound of Hades' voice.
He crossed the courtyard dressed entirely for travel. A sword rested at his hip, a dark cloak hung over his shoulders, and his expression carried the quiet focus I'd come to recognize whenever he was preparing for something dangerous.
