Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 174

Hades

"She has been sedated," Amelia assured me, "But when she wakes up, you have to be by her side."

"Alright," I said in the mouth piece before cutting the call. I let out a heavy sigh. Eve’s condition had worsened and it seemed she was spiralling. Jules death hit her. Hard.

She would not eat, or bath unless I was there. Before I left the tower I bath her, dressed and fed her myself. She would not let anyone enter the room, especially Mrs Miller. Her resemblance to Jules did Eve no good.

I seemed to bounce off the walls in a haze of grief and anxiety, her eyes shadowed from the lack of sleep that I had to sedate so she could get some sleep.

Still, it gnawed endlessly at me that she might have another nightmare or worse a night terror and I would not be there to hold her and console her.

I raised my head and my skin prickled as I finally noticed Ambassador Montegue’s gaze cast on me.

It was unnerving.

It made me uneasy tht way that I did not notice he had been looking right at me, when my senses were perpetually heightened.

His eyes narrowed, before he looked away, his gaze shifting to look out the window of the car. "How is the girl?" He asked, his tone inscrutable. I could get no signal that would tell me just what he was thinking. "I heard that the spy of yours was killed." What it implied was clear despite his voice being devoid of hostility.

Ellen was a killer.

I did not miss a beat. "Jules pulled the trigger on herself, unfortunately. It’s complicated."

"Isn’t it all?" Montegue replied ominously. "First person that Princess did not pull the trigger on when she got the chance. Her pack were not given that mercy, your majesty."

"Indeed," I replied plainly.

The silence that followed was heavy as the car continued to traverse the road to a destination that I was not privy to. I just had to hope that it was worth my time.

As the car rolled to a stop, I surveyed the surroundings. It was an ordinary greenhouse compound, tucked away in an unassuming corner of the city.

This was where Montegue had brought me?

I stepped out, the scent of earth and damp leaves filling my lungs. The towering glass structure ahead reflected the faint glow of streetlights. Montegue didn’t speak, only adjusted his coat and strode forward, expecting me to follow.

I did.

The moment we stepped inside, the air changed. It was thick with the fragrance of rare flora, humid and warm. The greenhouse was vast, brimming with plants—some I recognized, others I had never seen before. Vines curled around metal trellises, their tendrils pulsing faintly as if alive in ways they shouldn’t be. Bioluminescent petals cast a gentle glow over the polished stone pathway we walked.

Montegue moved with practiced ease, weaving between plants until he reached the farthest wall. He pressed his palm to a panel hidden behind an overgrown fern. The ground beneath us shifted with a dull rumble, and before I could question him, a hidden passage slid open, revealing stone steps leading downward.

A secret chamber beneath a greenhouse? My instincts screamed caution, but I followed him down the spiraling descent. The further we went, the more unnatural the space became. There was no sunlight, no open sky—yet the underground garden before me flourished.

I stopped in my tracks.

The cavern was enormous, its ceiling domed with what could only be described as an artificial moon, casting a silver glow over the landscape. The plants here were unlike anything I had seen. Softly glowing blue roses, vines with leaves like molten gold, trees that swayed though there was no wind. It was hauntingly beautiful.

We walked deeper still, and that was when I noticed them. The walls were lined with framed paintings.