California Hotel, Part II
An enormous black blur crashes into Hades, and my lips twitch with amusement as the venerated king of the underworld is tossed exuberantly to the side of the road.
An enormous black blur crashes into Hades, and my lips twitch with amusement as the venerated king of the underworld is tossed exuberantly to the side of the road.
The man standing at the door is my Uncle Hades. Hung over his shoulder is a lifeless body. I look at him in concern as he drops the body on my desk before sitting in the chair in front of me.
Ky’Elli and I stared at him in shock. He was barely bigger than a gerbil, and yet he had the heart of a lion! I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
We both probably had the same uncomfortable feeling in our gut: that something had happened to Aunt Demeter, and it had nothing to do with a man.
Eros bows his head as the imposter raises the scythe. I manage to break the hold of the dream. I run at her and tackle her to the ground.
My body feels heavy, and I do the only thing I can think to do. I wrap my arms around him from behind, holding him tightly. He shakes at my touch, going stiff. Even my hugs don’t help him.
It’s just dreams. One night. It was a fluke, and I hurt her. I’ll have to live with that memory for the rest of my immortal life.
I decided to return home to the Underworld. I figured I could take some time away; it had been millennia since I had taken a break from the mortal world.
A little part of my soul breaks when I hear those words. He really thinks I am going to leave him? After everything we have been through?
Chaos. Disorder. Confusion. These are things I enjoy. I don’t just do them because that’s my lot in life. It happens naturally, and they look at me as if I’m a monster.
He grabs my throat, rolling off the couch and pinning me beneath him. I gasp for breath. Grabbing his arms, I struggle under him. I look at his eyes and I know instantly this isn’t him.
Reaching forward, I swipe my thumb across her lower lip in thought, murmuring, “I’m not whole without you, Aren…ever.”
“Things will always try to come between us and fight to tear us apart, but it won’t matter, they’ll fail. They’ll have to. The only thing I care about is you and our daughter. In the end, that will always bring me back to you.”
“It requires eye contact and nothing else. I will share with you the memories, the happier memories, of my life with your father. Would that help you trust me?”
She pouts at me, and if she were standing, she would likely have stomped her foot. “T-that’s not fair!” “When has Love ever been fair?”