Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 134

Eve

I swallowed, my hoarse throat working painfully. Had I cried that hard? A mental breakdown?

"I don’t know what you are talking about, Hades," I muttered.

My stomach flipped when he replied with a frustrated growl. Then silence.

I held my breath as I waited for him to speak in the darkness again.

"I just want to help, Red." The softness of his voice caught me unawares. "Just tell me. I can’t stand not knowing what could have sent you into such a spiral."

I was stunned into silence by his words. The quiet was wrought with tension so tangible that I could feel its uneasy buzz along my skin. I braced myself.

"Hades..."

"No lies, Red," he warned, but his voice was void of its usual harshness. "I want the truth."

Another silence held us captive in the darkness as I battled with two choices: to continue to lie or tell the truth, the doctored one.

"It was my sister," I finally blurted. "The onesie brought back some memories that I, for the life of me, have been trying to suppress. I guess... I guess," tears were already gathering in my eyes, "I guess it made my reality hit harder than it had before. I see just how far we have come from being sisters because now we..." I sniffled, "we are... What are we, Hades?"

Could I call her my enemy? Because according to the accounts, ’Eve’ was dead. Could my ’dead’ sister be called my enemy?

"You are here, and she is not. You are alive, and Eve Valmont is dead."

I tried not to flinch at the way he spat my name, but I flinched anyway.

"She is dead," I murmured, feeling drained and fractured. These mind games that I was playing with not only Hades but myself would have dire consequences. I felt it in my bones. In more ways than one, I was slipping. I was losing myself to whatever lies I told. If this went on, Eve would indeed die, and when that happened, who would I become?

"The mental breakdown was triggered by the onesie," he said.

"Yes... and I just found it in the wardrobe. I did not get it for myself—" _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

"I got it for you," he revealed. "I was not aware of the effects that it would have on you. It was the way you held on to it in the boutique. I thought that you wanted it."

"But that I was too embarrassed to let you know that I wanted one for myself." I took the words out of his mouth.

Silence.

"Shit!" he snapped, jolting me. "If I had known..."

"No, no," I quickly said. My fingers found his hand in the dark, clutching it tightly as if the contact could anchor me to reality. "No, Hades. This isn’t your fault."

His grip on my hand tightened in return, but I could feel the tension rippling off him like a storm barely restrained.