Hades
The moment Eve lifted Sophie into her arms and disappeared down the hallway, the temperature in the corridor dropped by several degrees. The guards' professional masks slipped.
"I guess you'll want to have a quick discussion," I said, raising a brow. I could force the information out of them, but I wasn't going to do that—to Cain or to Sophie.
They looked at me, expressions tense. They tried to keep their faces inscrutable, but to no avail.
"I'll give you some time and privacy to think about what you want to do," I lied. Not about the time part—but definitely about the privacy part.
Heightened sight hadn't been the only quirk that came with adapting to hybridism; my hearing had also improved—significantly.
I walked away from them, not too far, but far enough to give them the illusion of the privacy I had promised.
