Hades
Her eyes weren't just curious; they were ravenous, clinging to that sealed envelope like it held the answers to every unspoken question gnawing at her mind. A thousand thoughts must have been clawing at her, each more desperate than the last.
I noticed the slight twitch in her hand, a subconscious inch forward. She wanted to see it. No, she needed to.
Kael noticed too. His grip on the envelope tightened, his jaw ticking with quiet warning.
"Leave us," I said, my tone brooking no argument.
Jules flinched, but this time, she didn't protest. The last shred of stubbornness drained from her as she lowered her head. Her movements were slow, mechanical, as if dragging herself through molasses. She hesitated at the threshold, her shoulders rising with a sharp breath—like she might say something, plead once more.
But then she didn't.
The door clicked shut behind her.
