Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 225

Eve

The car shot forward the moment we slammed the doors shut, tires screeching as Hades barked an order into the comms.

"Track Felicia's phone. Pull her coordinates up on the dash."

The console blinked to life, a pulsing red dot lighting up the map in front of us. Hades' jaw was stone, one hand locked around the steering wheel, the other gripping my thigh in a grounding hold. But I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

Behind us, through the tinted rear window, a convoy of black SUVs roared after us — Gammas, faces grim and focused, headed by Kael. Through the radio, I could hear the distant shouts of those already on foot, running on all fours, having already shifted, claws scraping asphalt as they sprinted faster than anything human.

The city roads blurred past in streaks of light and shadow. Personnel in dark uniforms filled intersections, waving flags and redirecting traffic. Sirens wailed ahead of us — a police cruiser tearing through red lights, clearing the way. The streets bent to our will, but it wasn't fast enough.

I couldn't sit still. My leg bounced, heart clawing at my ribs as I clutched the edge of the seat, eyes locked on that blinking dot.

Elliot.

I bit down on the panic threatening to rise in my throat, but it spilled over anyway, raw and cold.

The last time I'd seen him, he'd tugged on my sleeve, eyes wide and old beyond his years. Save me, he had signed with those small, trembling hands.

Like he knew.

I pressed the heel of my hand to my mouth, trying not to cry.

Hades' arm slid around me, pulling me tight against his side, but his eyes never left the screen. His voice was calm — too calm — as if the fury and fear underneath would explode if he let them rise to the surface.

"He's going to be okay, love," he murmured, even though neither of us knew that for sure.

My breath came in shallow bursts. The GPS tracker blinked closer. I could see the pin moving — faster now, shifting erratically. Felicia had relayed in her panic that she and her men were already in close pursuit, but they were afraid of losing them.

"Hades…" I whispered. My fingers dug into his arm. "They are fast."

"I see it," he ground out, pressing harder on the gas. The engine roared in response.

We hit the expressway, the police car ahead blaring sirens and scattering vehicles like frightened birds. The Gammas behind us spread out, some veering onto side streets, others racing ahead. The ones on foot darted through alleyways, faster than anything human.

But all I could do was stare at that dot.

Hold on, Elliot.

The car jolted slightly as we took a hard turn. Hades' grip on me tightened.

"I should've known," I choked out, the guilt sharp and bitter. "I should've kept him closer. I should've—"

"Stop." Hades' voice was firm. He turned briefly to meet my eyes, the storm in his gaze matched by the iron in his tone. "You are not to blame for this."

I nodded, but the words rang hollow.

The city lights fell away as we hit the outskirts. The pin on the map flickered again — slowing.

"We're close," Hades muttered, his knuckles white on the wheel.