Hades
"Ellen?" Kael asked.
But I was already at the door of the room.
"Yes, Ellen. She is thirty minutes late." She had never been even a minute late before—even when I had her clothes discarded without her knowing.
I walked through the hall, Kael on my tail. As I made my way down to our room, my mind had already begun to make up scenarios.
Had it been another bomb? My stomach flipped. But there had been no alerts.
Another damn kidnapping. Had I not been clear enough with the Montegue? Maybe I should have had more than just three of their wineries burnt down.
I stalked down the corridor, the walls narrowing with each step as tension coiled around my spine. My senses sharpened, pulling in every sound, every flicker of movement.
But there was nothing.
She was not coming.
Kael's footsteps echoed behind me. He knew better than to speak right away, but I could feel his gaze burning into my back.
