Eve
My eyes widened—but it didn't last.
His hand shot out, seizing me by the throat.
The chains clanged violently as my body was yanked forward, his grip so tight it cut the air from my lungs.
Rhea roared in my head but she was weak, she needed a recharge.
He lifted me from the bed as if I weighed nothing, pressing me into the cold wall. My feet dangled. The pressure around my throat grew unbearable.
And then…
A voice.
But it wasn't his.
It wasn't Hades.
It wasn't Lucien.
It was something else. Something deeper, older, crueler—booming through him like a possession.
"I don't love you." The voice was guttural, twisted with venom. "I own you."
My vision blurred.
"I will break you. Watch the hope bleed from your eyes. I will rot you down to your bones, and when your body is cold and withered, I'll cradle what's left and whisper lullabies into your corpse."
His grip tightened.
