Eve
I blinked, dazed by the state of the office—the cracked walls, the shattered wood, the lingering pulse of something dark and violent in the air.
The air carried the coppery scent of blood and I braced myself for a reaction.
"It's blood, Evie. You are stronger than that." Rhea's held back the bile and fear. I could think clearly.
Hades stood in the center of it, rigid, his shoulders tense with the kind of restraint that made my stomach knot. His shadows were still curling at his feet, writhing like living things trying to claw their way back out.
Felicia was across the room, pressed against the edge of his desk, her breathing steady but sharp, like she had just been through hell but refused to show it.
And the blood—her blood—was smeared across her lip, trailing down her arm where a wound had been only seconds ago.
I swallowed.
I wasn't stupid. I had walked in on something dangerous.
Something that felt like it had been teetering on the edge of breaking apart.
