Hades
I dropped to my knees.
But not from weakness.
From fury.
From the sheer weight of what I was becoming.
I could still sll her in this room. Her scent—honey and lavender —clung to the walls like mory. The closet hung open, barren. Hollow. Mocking.
"You gave her everything," the Flux cooed. "And she chose Cain. She chose pity over power. Loyalty over love."
Black veins crept up my throat now, blooming like thorns. My mouth tasted of ash and regret. My nails sharpened without permission. My muscles spasd, my back arching as the corruption tore further down my spine.
"She was supposed to be mine," I rasped.
"She is yours," the Flux growled. "You marked her. Claid her. Bound her. She is part of your blood now. She can't run far."
"Then why," I choked, "does it feel like I'm dying?"
"Because you are."
A beat of silence.
"But what crawls from the grave you've made will not be so easily broken."
I dragged myself to my feet, spine hunched, horn still dripping crimson, breath sawing out of my lungs like razors.
And in the mirror across the room, I saw what I'd beco.
Eyes that no longer looked human.
Veins like rivers of tar.
Grief stitched into every inch of my monstrous skin.
And underneath it all—a heart still aching for the girl who had chosen to walk away.
But love had failed .
And the Flux was patient.
"Let her have her space," it whispered now. Cold. Sure. Triumphant.
"Let her have her mont in the sun."
A pause.
"It will not last."
Eve
Empty.
Hollow.
That was how the room felt, mirroring my feelings.
His haunted gaze still bore into , weighing like a ton of bricks, despite my efforts to pretend otherwise.
The red rim around the grays I knew so well had grown. They swallowed his stormy irises, tainting them with crimson flecks that promised nothing but ruin.
Dread was a wet blanket on my shoulders as I settled onto my old bed—the one I had been given when I first crossed the border into Obsidian.
I touched the new bedsheets…
It felt like a lifeti ago. Before he rescued from Felicia. Before he taught to fight, wore that ridiculous onesie, took on that date.
I had cherished those monts... with trepidation... but cherished them all the sa.
And yet, he had been plotting.
I lowered myself onto the pillow that was entirely too cold without his strange warmth—the kind that burned just a little.
I had been here after Jules died. After Hades held through the ntal storm that followed. He stood by when my parents ca for . He did all that, and yet it was all tainted...
By what his true intentions were.
And I was a fool, eaten alive by guilt from the secrets I shielded from the light.
Afraid of him hating .
How the tables had turned...
I closed my eyes. Darkness and silence watched, but did not console .
And then there was Danielle, and—
A knock on the door ripped from my reverie. I was at the door in a blink.
I twisted the knob and opened it.
Green, solemn eyes t mine. A little hopeful smile tilted the corner of his mouth.
"Eve..." he said, my na laced with hesitation.
I tried to offer a smile in return, but I couldn't mold the emptiness into sothing it wasn't.
"Hello, Kael," I replied hoarsely. I stepped aside to let him in, which he did with so uncertainty.
He cleared his throat as I gently closed the door. "I wanted to show you sothing important."
I raised a brow. Dread coiled in my chest. "What?"
"It's about the encrypted video file you gave us a password to," he murmured, eyes narrowing as he gauged my reaction.
The dread burned hotter. The passwords had been sothing Ellen and I shared. Which ant one thing...
It was from Ellen. And that could only an it would be to my detrint.
I swallowed.
"It might surprise you, Eve," Kael muttered, pulling out the tablet and unlocking it. "It surprised . Surprised all of us."
I gulped in air. "Hit ," I whispered, unable to hide the tremor in my voice.
"Your wish is my command." He clicked play.
I held my breath as the scream burst from the speakers, searing the air with a haunting pitch that ripped into .
I knew that scream even before the video cleared.
It was hers.
I had heard it—in slivers and snippets. Broken echoes that had haunted in the weeks before everything ca together in one horrific vision.
It was Danielle.
My eyes widened. The massacre site played out on screen. I knew it like my own reflection—branded into .
The footage shook—but there she was.
Danielle. In the car.
Bleeding. Screaming. Alive.
I watched, frozen, as the beast——ripped through the wreckage.
For her.
Then ca her voice again:
"Not my baby. Please—"
I lurched forward, breath caught in my throat.
Then the beast grabbed her.
I flinched—until I saw it.
Not her throat.
Her dress.
Lifted. Dragged. Set down.
My lips parted, soundless.
The explosion swallowed the car.
The beast—I—threw myself over Danielle.
Shielded her.
Took the blast.
My hand flew to my mouth. My lungs locked.
I hadn't attacked her.
I hadn't hurt her.
I had saved her.
Then ca the whistle.
The beast froze. Turned. Limped away.
Gone.
That was when they ca for .
That was when they buried this.
But the video didn't end.
Danielle on the ground. Sobbing.
Her legs shook. Her hands cradled her swollen belly—
She was in labor.
My vision blurred. I staggered.
"No…"
Danielle scread—alone, in the dark—until Elliot slipped into her arms.
A baby's cry sliced through the silence like a blade.
She kissed him. Rocked him.
Loved him.
And I watched. Shattered.
Then—movent.
A shadow.
A fawn-colored wolf.
Small. Steady. Predatory.
Slunk toward her through the smoke.
And I knew.
Even before the screen sharpened.
Felicia.
Danielle looked up. Confused. Then terrified.
"Please—Felicia, not him—"
The wolf lunged.
I scread.
Danielle fell. Elliot was knocked from her arms.
The wolf shoved him aside.
And then—ripped Danielle open.
Flesh. Bone. Blood.
I dropped to my knees, gagging.
"No. No, no, no…"
Danielle reached for her son.
Felicia tore her away.
And then—stillness.
Danielle stopped moving.
The wolf circled her. Sniffed like she was nothing.
Then shifted.
Felicia.
Naked. Blood-slick. Cold.
Stared at Elliot.
Not with guilt.
With calculation.
Weaving the next lie.
Setting the next trap.
My scream never ca.
Because I couldn't breathe.
I hadn't killed Danielle.
Felicia had.
And every ounce of guilt I buried myself in—
And Rhea… Rhea didn't even know.
She blad herself.
Still carried the weight.
I dropped the tablet.
The crash barely registered.
"I didn't do it," I whispered. "Felicia did."
Rhea was silent.
Stunned.
My shoulders trembled.
And for the first ti… I allowed myself to break.
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