Chapter 22. Damien

Persephone’s POV

Failure, a word so simple but with an impact so strong… to shatter the foundation of your self-belief and faith.

Hades draped me in a robe as I shivered from the frost. My father died protecting me and here I was enjoying the worldly pleasures. I was ashamed of myself…of the happiness I felt.

“But he was put to a curse, how can that happen…how can he die?” I asked with a voice unknown to my own self, it sounded empty.

“He was killed.” Hades weaved his fingers in my hair, stroking softly as I took in a shaky breath, pain filling my lungs.

“Who killed him?” I asked slowly.

“This isn’t the time, Persephone.” My eyes widened and I whipped my head so fast, I was surprised it wasn’t broken from the force.

“Screw time, I want to know now.” A lump formed in my throat but I pushed it back, my eyes stricken with anger, vengeance and rage seemed to dance in my vision.

“You should rest, we will talk about this, I promise.”

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