Ch. 133: Setting Sail For The Future
"Back by the crack of dawn, Lord Hades?" Walter asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as we stepped out of the car. He adjusted his pristine white gloves, then inclined his head respectfully. "Might I brew you a spot of tea, my lord?"
I exchanged a quick glance with Hecate. She looked weary, her dark eyes lined with fatigue. "Tea might help," I muttered. "Hecate?"
Hecate shook her head, managing a faint smile. "Apologies, my lord, but I must attend to the matters of the Underworld Corporation until you return from your training. And I still have to deal with the traitor as you requested."
Her dedication was both admirable and exhausting. "You look like hell itself, Hecate," I said. "Come in and have at least one cup with me. It might be a while before we see each other again."
