Hera clung on to her mate with every ounce of her. She didn't want to let him go. She didn't want to think that he was just another bit of him. She didn't care that he looked dead or that she looked like she had been stuck in a hell loop.
She jumped on Angelo, roughly kissing him on the lips, fervently closing the gap between him and her, not caring that they could have done such in a better place. But where was better? Who was better?
The whole scenario looked like they were stuck in a zombie apocalypse and frankly, they were both questioning the moon goddess and why she had let this happen again.
Alexei was home to many.
It was the hope of a lot of people and this just didn't make sense.
