Fallen
Nina’s Point of View
The air in the room was heavy—too heavy for dawn.
Nina’s body ached, every muscle sore from the night before. Her skin felt cold despite the blanket still clinging to her shoulders. When she looked up, Hades stood by the window, staring out into the pale light bleeding through the glass. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
Every part of the room screamed his—the order, the silence, the power.
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