The halls of Hecate's palace were different this morning.
Gone was the lazy glow of flickering lanterns and the casual murmurs of divine beings moving in shadow. Now everything thrummed with energy—tight, coiled, ready to explode. Even the walls seemed to hum with anticipation, as if the very stones knew that today the war was starting.
Eros walked ahead of me, barefoot, humming a tune I couldn't recognize. It didn't match the tension in the air, but that was probably intentional. On the short time I knew him he seemed to be always three steps ahead of comfort and five steps behind chaos.
"Someone would think you should be more nervous, taking into account what's happening today." I said, watching the flicker of torchlight dance along the obsidian-tiled floor.
Eros looked back with a lazy grin. "We're divine, darling. Why we should be so serious?"
I rolled my eyes, but I followed.
