Gwen’s POV
I dreamed nothing but beautiful images as I felt Hades' arms wrapped around me tightly. Once I had explained all those horrible nightmares, my body instantly felt weak. I was tired of being the weak one, I wanted to be strong, but my body felt like large weights were pulling my body to the center of the Earth.
Hades and all his friends were these strong and ruthless people. They could rip people in half with just their bodies, and I’m this dainty girl that can barely hold her eyes open. It made me mad, but what else could I do?
Take the IV therapy, the medicines, and hope for the best? Ugh, the thought infuriated me. As long as Hades was around, I felt much better; the pull to him was strong like I was meant to be with him, or was it just because I saw him as my rescuer?
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