Hades
She was giggling when she stepped into the room. The moment her eyes met mine from where I stood smoking by the window her amusement faded. Something twisted in my gut at her sudden change. Like her laughter was not meant for me.
Her eyes widened before she seemed to calm herself, her expression turning carefully neutral. "Welcome back, you are back early." She commented, her voice carried no emotion, it was almost monotone. For some reason, it annoyed me.
We had not as much as spoken a word to each other since the time that I had been devilishly drunk on her blood. I was up before she even stirred from sleep and she was asleep by the time that I returned to the room. Tensions had been mounting but for the first time she did not initiate any discussion to quell it. It was almost as if she did not care. And now she was coming back from somewhere giggling like a school girl.
