Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 111

Eve

Kael was almost glaring at Jules as she walked out of the room. He closed the door behind her, and I watched as some of the tension that had bunched his shoulders eased. He sighed deeply, as if bracing himself to do something nerve-wracking.

"Kael?" I called out tentatively, worry gnawing at my gut. "You said you wanted a word?"

When his eyes met mine, his brows were knit together. He looked torn, as if trying to make a decision about something that concerned me. His eyes flicked to the sling on my arm, and his forest greens morphed into a dark teal.

He stalked toward me until we were a few yards apart. "Ellen..." His voice was rough. "How are you?"

At the first question, a bit of relief seeped into my system. I managed a wry smile. "I’m as good as I could possibly be," I replied.

The corner of his mouth twitched up. "Your arm?" he asked.

"It’s a bit uncomfortable, but the physician says I’ll be better in a few weeks." I tried to assure him.

He glanced at the door before turning back to me. He curled his hands into fists and released them again. "Jules did that to you."

It was not a question; it was a statement. "It was a mistake."

"Was it?" he deadpanned, barely waiting for me to finish talking. "Was it really?"

It was now my turn to be confused. I furrowed my brow, a question in my gaze as I looked at him. "What else could it have been?"

"What exactly do you know about Jules?" he asked, his voice hard on the utterance of her name.

I chuckled nervously. "Oh, come on, Kael," I tried to lighten the tension in the air. He was probably just on edge because of my arm. "I know enough, and I know the Tower is thorough. You wouldn’t have missed anything in her screening. Hades wouldn’t have assigned her to me if he wasn’t sure she could be trusted."

His face contorted into an expression that was achingly familiar—guilt. I had seen the same expression on Hades.

This time, the uneasiness didn’t simply gnaw at my gut; it twisted it. "Is something wrong? Is there something I don’t know?"

Kael’s throat jumped. "You trust her?" he asked, his voice small.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. But evidently not enough, because I hadn’t trusted her with my biggest secret. Her hurt face still haunted me, and her cold voice still suffocated me.

"You shouldn’t," Kael said curtly. "Trust no one," he murmured. "Trust absolutely no one."

I blinked at him. I didn’t know which surprised me more—the gruffness of his voice that I had never heard before or his words.