Hades
Her words landed like a quiet verdict—the kind that didn't need to be shouted to carry weight. For a moment, I could only hear the steady hum of the light overhead, the faint creak of the cell's old hinges, the measured rhythm of her breathing.
Ellen's gaze held me in place, the air between us thick with something I couldn't quite name—recognition, maybe… or resignation.
"She loved you," she repeated, softer this time, almost to herself, before straightening. "How many months, by your calculations, before the Bloodmoon?" she asked.
Of course she would know about it—but I didn't know why the question settled in my chest like a stone. Maybe it was the way she asked it, as if the answer would weigh more than the asking.
My voice came out low. "Why are you asking me that? You promised information, not that you'd take more of it from me."
