Eve
For a moment, any word was stuck in my throat. I could only stare. His scent had morphed; instead of his usual smoky cedar, it was replaced with one that made my stomach turn—blood and ash and decay.
I reeled back, my eyes almost falling from their sockets. My mouth was agape like a fish gasping for water, but as quickly as whatever had taken over him had come, it receded in the blink of an eye.
I was left utterly stunned while Hades quietly guided me out of the ring and out of the room. I could not even resist; I was too shocked to struggle against him.
The walk to the bedroom was silent except for the soft tread of our footsteps against the floor. My heart hammered wildly in my chest, but my body refused to react beyond that. Every part of me was locked in stunned paralysis, replaying what I had just witnessed.
The blackening of his eyes.
The distorted voice.
The overwhelming scent of decay.
