Hades
"It was Lucinda," Kael's voice reached me. It hit like a thunderclap. The ground beneath seemed to hold me still.
I didn't turn. My chaos-ridden mind was already churning with the implication of his statement. I didn't want to ask what he meant. That it was Montegue's wife.
"It wasn't a man that tried to take Elliot. It wasn't anybody from Silverpine, or that Goddess-forsaken facility." His words came out in a rush, as if slowing down would make him lose the nerve to speak. "It was Lucinda. I ripped off her mask."
Laughter bubbled up from my throat. It felt foreign. And so, so wrong. Just when I had started to believe the sky had already fallen, the stars decided to implode as well. Every nerve lit up with a simmering fury that made the fine hairs on my neck stand up. Every breath burned, scalding my insides, until all that remained was a shapeless mass of wrath and disbelief.
Lucinda.
