Hades walked down the dimly lit hallway, the covered mirror cradled carefully in his hands. The fabric dulled the object’s sinister pull, but he could still feel the faint hum of its power, like a heartbeat beneath his fingertips.
His jaw tightened as he reached the guest wing and stepped into the room he’d claimed for himself. It was simple and sparsely furnished—a bed, a desk, and a single armchair by the window. He placed the mirror on the desk and locked the door behind him.
For a moment, he stood there, staring at the covered object. The witches were clever, he’d give them that. This wasn’t just a tool to manipulate Fey—it was a challenge to him as well.
They knew he’d find it. They knew he wouldn’t ignore it.
Arrogant bastards, he thought bitterly, pulling the cloth away.
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