Lycia
I wake up to the sound of distant chirping. For a second, I imagined birds flying in the sky. But there are no birds in the Underworld. The sound is coming from demonic creatures that reside here. The early morning light – It’s still weird that there’s daylight here – fabricated by Hades, I know – creeps through the cracks of the curtains, painting the room a soft shade of gold.
I stretch lazily, brushing my fingers against the cool sheets. The bed feels heavenly after a night of deep, restful sleep. Believe me, I’ve hardly slept in a week! I went into heat, and I couldn’t control it. Hades gave me everything I needed, never complaining, not that most men would. But I loved him so much for helping me through it all.
I look around the room and realize Hades isn’t here. I’m not wor
