Eve
Hades
"You have a son," Silas said almost breathlessly. "Danielle's child is Elliot."
He stared at me across the round table as though waiting for a punchline.
"Felicia was the facilitator," Gallinti finally found his voice since I dropped the bombshell. "She is a traitor."
He tried to keep his voice level, but from the slight increase in pitch, it was obvious the revelation had dropped like a bomb.
"All of it is true," I replied without much feeling. My mind had wandered elsewhere like it always did these days.
Eve.
Everything always returned to her.
Her torture in her eyes when I injected her. Her stare before she disappeared. Her silence in the wake of my truth. The letter with a single word—Goodbye. That damn word rang louder in my skull than war drums ever had.
"And where is the boy now?" Silas asked, leaning forward slowly.
His tone was cautious. Too cautious. As if he already feared the answer.
