Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 220

Eve

"Felicia, leave now."

His voice was dangerously levelled.

Felicia twisted her face in disdain before stomping past us, Elliot still on her hip. I watched them go, my eyes shifting to Elliot as she made her way to the door.

His lips were quivering, his eyes glazed over.

My chest constricted, an almost foreign and visceral emotion churning in me.

The hallway was silent.

But my heart wasn't.

It pounded in my chest, a brutal, erratic drumbeat against my ribs.

I barely heard Hades as he stepped closer, his arm wrapping around me, his presence warm, grounding—trying to anchor me.

"Don't listen to her," he murmured, voice low, steady.

I didn't respond.

I couldn't.

Because my mind was still racing, my vision still locked on the empty space where Felicia had just disappeared with Elliot.

His lips had been quivering.

His eyes—glazed over, unfocused, too distant for a child his age.

"There is far more to that poor child."

Rhea's voice slithered through my head, soft and maternal but edged with something grim.

Something I didn't want to acknowledge.

Something I didn't want to feel.

But I did.

And it burned.

Suddenly, my feet moved before I could think, before I could breathe.

I broke into a sprint.

Hades didn't question it.

He just followed.

The halls blurred past me, the air sharp against my skin as I pushed forward, ran harder, ignoring the way my legs ached, the way my body still buzzed with the raw energy of what had just happened.

By the time we reached the lowest level of the tower—the parking lot, dimly lit, the scent of fuel and damp stone thick in the air—I was gasping.

But I didn't care.

Because there, just beyond the heavy glass of the tinted car window—

Elliot.

His tiny face was turned toward me, barely visible through the sheen of reflected light.

My breath caught.

Felicia was in the driver's seat, her grip tight on the wheel, her shoulders stiff, her expression unreadable as she prepared to leave.

But Elliot—

His eyes found mine.

And then—

His small hand lifted.

Pressed to the glass.

Fingers curling, then flattening again.

A sign.

A plea.

"Save me."

It happened so fast I almost didn't catch it.

Almost.

But I did.

And my blood turned to ice.

A hollow sound lodged itself in my throat, thick and unbearable, my pulse roaring in my ears.

I stepped forward, my breath uneven, my hands trembling—

The car started.

The engine growled, headlights cutting through the dim, and just like that—

Elliot was gone.

I stood there, frozen, watching the taillights vanish into the night, my body locked in place, my lungs refusing to work.

A hand curled around my wrist—Hades, silent but solid.

I barely felt him.

I barely felt anything at all.

Except for one thing.

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