Eve
The glimmer of Danielle's earring on his ear mocked me.
It pulsed like a warning beacon, a cruel reminder that some truths couldn't stay buried forever. And that maybe… maybe I was never supposed to outrun mine.
Hades held me tighter in his sleep, murmuring my name like a prayer—and it shattered me.
Because he trusted me. Because he loved me. Because he had no idea what I'd done… or what I might still be capable of.
My breath hitched. I stared up at the ceiling, counting the shadows that shifted with every passing second. Anything to keep myself from thinking. From remembering the way Felicia had screamed. The way her rage had transformed into terror.
Her hands, clawing at the air. Her voice breaking.
"I am not the fucking target!"
There were targets—ones that Felicia knew about. Which meant Felicia had a hand in the incident that night.
