A warm liquid splashed across my face, making me jump in my spot. I ran my hand over my cheek and brought it down to speculate. It was dark, reeking of a familiar, undesired coppery smell. I gasped, looking at Hades who stood rigid, his silver orbs wide with shock. My gaze lowered to his chest, a hole marring the expensive fabric of his suit. Same dark liquid poured off of it. "Hades," my voice was barely above a whisper, laced with disbelief and fear. "No..."He fell to his knee, breathing rough with pain. "Hades!" My scream echoed throughout the room. I didn't even process what I was doing before crawling across the room towards him. My hands clutched his face in-between. "No, no, no, Hades. Hades, talk to me. Say something, please." He grunted, falling into me just like the day of the blood moon, and the magical space suddenly became a nightmare. Panic surged through my heart, swelling it with an ache I felt never before, the losing sensation thickening inside. "No, please. No
My scream shook the walls of the tunnel, but none from my papa followed behind. The space stayed as silent as it had been except a distant echo of my fear. When I looked back before me, my father's heart wasn't in Hades' hand as I expected, but his throat was. It was bleeding, but not so much as to kill him. But the way his face was contorting in immense pain, it wrenched my heart. My throat felt like someone rubbed it with sandpaper, and my head swirled. I leaned into Hades' henchman, trying to regain my composure. For a split second, Hades' gaze drifted my way, cold and merciless, but the flicker of worry didn't go unnoticed. He let go of Papa's throat, letting him crumble down. Then looming closer, he gripped his hair and pulled his head up to face him. "If you think after everything you took from me, your death would come this easy, then you're fucking wrong. I'll make you suffer every second of every day. For every afflict you caused me. Till you get to the point you beg for y
I gasped back to consciousness, my ears still ringing. Dark smoke emitted from the damaged front making me cough. I glanced down at my body, finding no trace of wounds except the violent way my hands shook. "Hades..." I trailed when his empty seat caught my eyes, the side of his door wide open. Panic surged through my insides, and I frantically looked around. "Hades." Fumbling the seatbelt open, I climbed out of the car and fell on my knees. My legs were so weak they felt like jelly. I coughed a little more, looking back at the road. There was no sign of an evil mustang. I couldn't be out for more than a few seconds if he still hadn't arrived. My hand found the door of the car, and I pulled myself to my feet. "Hades..." I hurried around the car and looked down the semi steep hill. "Hades! Where are you?" No reply came, and no sign of him caught my sight. Dread twisted in my gut with awful thoughts flooding my head. "Please, stop playing. It's not funny." He wouldn't abandon me to
"No, no, no. Where are they?" I ran to the bookshelf that laid empty now. Once again. Nola came behind me, a glass of milk in her hand. "Alpha had them moved." "Why? What did I do now?" "You did nothing. He just had all your belongings moved," she said simply, her face devoid of any emotion. My eyes widened, and I ran to the closet, pulling the doors open and as expected, finding it all vacant. "Why?" I whined, panic pushing up my chest. "Is he sending me back to being a slave?" "No." She shook her head. "He's sending you to his room." "Wat?" I stilled, my mouth gaping. "Yeah," Nola replied, a hint of playfulness stretching her lips. "I was surprised too when he called and told us to move your belongings in his room." "Why didn't you say that before?" "I just wanted to play with you a little." I stared at her for a second, not being able to believe that she was capable of doing this. Then I shook my head, and a chuckle slipped my lips. "You had me." She laughed too, red wi
Hades didn't return to his room that night let alone his bed. I did fall asleep though. Had a nightmare of a never-ending fall at the bottom of a sea. When I woke up the next morning, Hades was there. He wasn't watching, but he already knew given by the brief pause of his movements. He was getting suited up for the day. The memories from last night struck back, and the tension in the air strained. I was embarrassed for ruining the moment, and therefore couldn't master up the gut to get up and face him. I didn't have to lay there pretending for long because he was gone. Again. Without a word. I couldn't blame him though. But I was out of the bed in a heartbeat, rushing to the window. The view from it gave a perfect scenery of the front door and the driveway, and my heart literally begged to get a glimpse of his parting figure because there was no possibility I'd see him again tonight. But the sadness sparked into curiosity when two cloaked men accompanied by Garett and my bodygua
"You lied." Hades glared at me walking into the waiting room. "I did.""Do you have the slightest idea what it could do to you if the lie was any more graver?" "More pain?" I counter-questioned, swallowing down the incessant ache that spread throughout my veins and tortured without a pause. Though it was mild, it still hurt. "It could fucking kill you!" He shot towards me, growling at my face as if that was the most aggravating thing to even think about in his mind. A warm sensation swept over me. "You would be spared of me then," I whispered. The skin between his brows creased infinitesimally in displeasure. "I can say the same thing about you." Being spared of him? By letting him be framed wrongly? Maybe even taken down? I wasn't that kind of a person. And... deep down, crazily enough, I didn't wanna be spared from him. I couldn't even stand the thought. "I couldn't let you be punished for something you didn't do." "Can you say you don't have your doubts?" he challenged. He
I shot up, slapping the bedside lamp on. My frantic eyes steered all around Mrs Galakir's guestroom, spotting no one. Breathing heavy, I sat there a little longer. My heart was a fast beating mess. I shook my head for overthinking and turned, reaching for the switch. The lights turned off, conveying the room back to the darkness. Though slivers of street lights coming from outside didn't leave the space all to the shadows. Turning around, my heart jumped out of my chest as two pitch black eyes stared back at me from inches away, the coldness radiating off them chilling my bones. The scream that escaped my lips didn't even feel like it belonged to me. Not waiting for him to swoop me away or do something bad, I turned again, slamming my hand back on the switch. The room lit up, and... There was no more a set of black eyes. The door to the room flung open, revealing a distressed Mrs Galakir. She scanned around in a furious motion, before her eyes landed on me, her light hair sticking
"How was the relationship between lord Cain and his brother Mendez?" I had asked Mrs Galakir that night. After my heated conversation with the new vampire lord, I couldn't shake off the feeling that there might be more than what met the eye. There might be betrayal of blood, greed of power and a rift between brotherhood. "They were good except a few disagreements here and there," Mrs Galakir had answered. "A couple years ago lord Cain punished lord Mendez over something, but it wasn't big. Even if it was, the family didn't let it slip out into the world." It might've even been anger built-up over the years. I wished I could talk to Hades right now. He'd know what to do. I couldn't even let go of the feeling that I might've pushed him in a deeper trouble by provoking the vampire lord. He had been inimical towards Hades from the beginning, now I probably made it worse. I couldn't sleep the whole night with all the disturbing thoughts circling my head relentlessly. Then there was th