“Tell me why he said you were dying, Dilara.”
I should have known. I should have known that I shouldn’t answer my mothers’ phone call when she called back, but no. For some reason, I had decided to answer, just in case it was Hades who was calling me off of her phone again. Since when did he become more important than my mother, since when did I answer her phone call, hoping that it would be him calling?
Maybe because he was the only one who could help me, since I was now poisoned by his dog.
My subconscious mocked me, something that I took as a confirmation for the fact that I wasn’t all there, that I wasn’t in the absolute best frame of mind that I was supposed to be in. But what could I do about it? Call Hades and tell him where I was? There was no way in hell that
