Hades
He paused, his voice heavy. "I know she's a child. But she loves this place second only to how much she loves the Don. The Don himself would prefer to take a more dangerous route than to trample on her mother's final resting place." His gaze drifted off into the distance. "It's made even more complicated knowing this place is alive."
"It would be synonymous with desecrating a grave," Freddie finished quietly. "Even if it's to save people just like her."
I looked at Sophie, kneeling by her mother's grave with Eve sitting quietly beside her.
The little girl's hands rested on the shifting flowers, and they pulsed softly beneath her touch.
She's just a child. She shouldn't have to make this decision.
But war never cared about shoulds.
I walked forward and knelt beside her. For a while, I said nothing—just watched the flowers glow and shift color.
"Sophie," I said gently. "I need to ask you something. And whatever you say, I'll respect it."
