Chapter Twenty-Six
Steph
Whoa. So, this was Hades’s castle/house thing. It was equal parts interesting and terrifying, mostly on principle.
Whatever room this was had massive hewn stone walls, at least twenty feet high. Rich black fabric draped at various points accentuated elaborate works of art. A lemony, sweet, woody fragrance filled the air, making my mouth water. I didn’t even know dead people could be hungry.
At the farthest point sat a stunning solid black throne, the top of which was carved into a tree of some kind, the branches extending upward. The arms had flowers carved into them, and each of them sparkled, crusted with diamonds.
Throne room then. Made sense. No better place to send me to appeal to the King himself. I resisted doing my Elvis impression and twisted, glancin
