Eve
I could not close my eyes, not to speak of sleeping. The sounds vibrated in my head, roars and snarls that refused to go away no matter how hard I tried. I turned over in bed to stare at the empty space beside me. I reached out to Hades' side of the bed; it was cold, as it had been for the entire week since Hades left. A week since he refused to return.
My heart sped up again as the memory of that day played on my mind. The way he had been the last time I saw him. Bile rose in my throat at the acrid scent of the rotten black blood that had oozed from his arm as he bit down. His eyes, those red-black orbs, had been locked on mine, even through the chaos. They hadn't been his eyes, not the Hades I knew. Yet, even in their feral depths, there had been something desperate, something pleading that sent a shiver down my spine.
