Page 52 of Until Death
But I want him to admit it.
I need him to.
“Cerberus,” I say. “How did you know that Eros would be here? Tell me.”
Again, I am surprised by the command in my voice, but I don’t back down.
“Because I told him where to find you,” he answers without hesitation, almost as if he’s suddenly eager to answer. His eyes widen in surprise as the words leave his mouth. Then they narrow on me as he takes a threatening step toward me. “What are these dark powers of yours, mortal?”
Dark powers?
Confusion washes over me as I stare up at him. I open my mouth to try to answer but realize that I have no explanation to offer. He watches me for a moment longer before snorting and turning on his heel.
“Clean up, I will be back to collect you for dinner.”
With that, he storms out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind him before I have a chance to mutter another word.
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Cerberus
Shivers of pleasure run up and down my spine, and I am forced to physically shake them off as I make my way down the tower stairs and away from the tiny mortal.
If she is, in fact, mortal at all.
I do not understand what has come over me, but I cannot push her from my mind. Nor do I not want to.
One command, and I wanted nothing more than to obey.
Two, and I wanted to lay down my life for her.
A single touch, and I knew I was hers.
With Hades being my master, I have to careful not to reveal this bond to him. I am not supposed to be able to form fated bonds, or so I had been led to believe.
But obviously, that is not the case.
Still, Hades must continue to believe that I am loyal to him, and only him.
And as for the mortal, I must do my best not to let her discover the hold she has on me.
At least, for the time being.
She must be innocent if …
WhenI am forced to betray my king for her.
My fated mate.
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Hazel
As expected, I am left to my own devices for the rest of the day. My mind spins as I pace back and forth across the room, mulling over everything that’s happened so far.
Worry eats away at me as my thoughts turn to Eros. I can’t help but picture him locked away in a damp cell, bruised and beaten, as he awaits his punishment. Everything seems so much worse now that I know even the gods seem capable of dying.
Whatever an immortal death entails.
