Hannah
“Your majesty,” she breathed, bowing her head. She was breathless so I knew she ran here.
I couldn’t help but smile at her titling for me; she knew how I didn’t like when she called me that.
“Hannah,” I said. “It’s Hannah.”
She chuckled and lifted her gaze to meet mine.
“I know,” she breathed. “I’ve come to get you the hell out of here.”
She seemed to be different. She had a face of determination and bravery. I ran to her and hugged her tightly. I couldn’t believe she was standing before me. But then a wave of dread washed over me.
Caroline was here, in the underworld.
“How are you here, Caroline?” I asked, pulling away from her.
“I was killed,” she said, shuddering at the memory.
“I know, but when you die, you don’t automatically come to the underworld unless…”
