Eve
A snowflake landed on Elliot's nose just as we entered the tent in front of the building. I flicked it off as he giggled up at me. "My first snow flake." He whispered, like we were sharing a secret.
I wanted to raise a brow and ask why it was so, he was almost six—I stopped myself as the memory of his 'mama' raced to the forefront of my mind. So I smiled down at him, knowing that Felicia would rot in the underground prison.
She had not spoken since the time she woke up after surviving James's assault. She did not utter a word at the trial either. It was either she had simply relinquished herself to her inescapable fate or it was her final act of defiance.
But knowing Felicia, I was inclined to believe it was both.
Hades' fingers tightened around my hand, I met his blue eyes, soft but inquisitive, tempered with worry.
