Hades
The room buzzed with the murmur of planning for the journey back, tension heating the air and beading sweat onto the maps.
Maera listened, offering insights and better strategies with her knowledge of the terrain.
But as my head churned with plots for a successful escape, my skin prickled with anticipation and dread in equal measure. Eve's face seemed to dance in my vision. Elliot's voice rang in my ear.
I wiped sweat from my face, swallowing thickly. My vision tunneled slightly, and a hand on my shoulder pulled me back.
I turned to Kael. His face was a mask of worry. "Hades?" My name was a question.
I nodded, even as my vision doubled. "I am fine," I lied.
Cain ruffled my hair, his brow quirked in question. "You have to tell us if something is wrong. We have to be prepared if we're going to attempt an escape like this." He tried to keep his voice casually sarcastic like normal, but it sounded forced.
He balanced Sage in his arms, rocking her gently.
