Gwen's POV
My breaths were quick as I slid my bare feet on the marbled floor and reached for the door of the bedroom. I was running so fast I lost my sandals somewhere between Hades' portrait and the dancing witch sculpture around the corner. Poor Blaze was hanging on for dear life on my hair, growling at me for trying to run away from my little protector.
Pouncing into the bedroom, I untangled him from my hair and placed him on the bed. The chattering and hisses leave his lips were adorable, but I had more significant problems to worry about.
Hearing his soft flutters trying to catch up, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Not that could keep the God of the Underworld out. Another cramp ripped through me, and I pulled all the drawers out, hoping to find what I needed. Why Hades wo
