Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 289

Eve

It was drowning, my hands flailing in the oppressive depths. Panic saturated my body like the water that now wanted to take me. My stared up or what I hoped was up as I propelled myself up.

My lungs burned, my heart pounding like a war drum in my ears as I clawed through the thick weight of whatever dream, or memory, had me trapped. I couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

Until I broke the surface.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat.

I sat up so fast it felt like whiplash, my body seizing forward as air flooded my lungs like fire.

The world spun.

My hands flew to the ground, fingers digging into something soft, grass? Carpet?

I blinked hard.

Again.

The blur gave way to shadowed walls. A dimly lit room. A windows. Just the sharp tang of alcohol, old blood, and steel in the air. A low hum of electricity in the silence.

I was on a mattress.

Not a bed. A mattress. No frame. No blankets.

Just me, damp with sweat, breath shallow, heart clawing at my ribcage like it wanted out.

I dragged my palm down my face.

My mouth tasted like chemicals.

My head throbbed like I'd been clocked with a brick.

And my arm...

My arm had a puncture mark.

Needle.

They'd drugged me.

The memory of the blond hair came back in a flash. My stomach turned.

I knew that scent. I knew it. But it was tangled in the wrongness of the moment, warped by the fear and the fog.

I scanned the room. Slowly.

A door. Heavy. Reinforced.

One camera in the corner. Red light blinking.

I was being watched.

No chains. No cuffs.

Not yet.

Just a locked room and silence loud enough to scream through.

I crawled to the far wall, pressing my back against it, trying to steady my breathing. My head swam. My thoughts were thick sludge.

Rhea.

I tried to reach for her again—tried to feel that flicker of warmth, of power beneath my skin.

But there was nothing.

Still.

She was still sleeping.

I was truly on my own.

I rested my forehead against my knees, curling tighter into myself as the dread began to settle under my skin like rot.

Where the hell was I?

Who had taken me?

And worse...

Why hadn't they hurt me yet?

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