Eve
Felicia's whisper barely carried across the room, but I heard it.
"You..."
She took another step back, her hands trembling, her expression torn between horror and something else.
Recognition.
I frowned, my breathing still uneven, my pulse still slowly settling.
Why did she look at me like that?
I tightened my grip on Elliot, shifting him fully against me, letting his small weight press into my shoulder. His warmth soothed me, reminding me of where I was, of what mattered.
But Felicia's expression didn't change.
If anything, it worsened.
"This can't be," she whispered, more to herself than to me.
A sliver of unease slithered through my ribs.
I looked at Hades. "What is she talking about?"
Hades didn't look at me.
His gaze was locked on Felicia, his posture coiled, his shadows twisting subtly at his feet again. He was letting me see them.
