Kael
Eve and Hades had not returned. It was in the air—their absence. I glanced at the watch strapped to my wrist.
Almost seven in the evening.
Hades did say that his expedition into some secrets in Cain's life might take a minute to uncover, but he promised to be home within the day and pull an all-nighter for the responsibilities he'd put on hold for this mission.
I was pretty sure it had something to do with the Sophie that Cain had mentioned, and despite everything, I smiled at the thought of Hades having a little niece.
The old Hades would have been dismissive of another kin—especially one connected to him by his half-brother.
The Tower was a hub of activity.
Workers passed me with quick nods and murmured greetings, their arms full of various items—sealed orders, supply manifests, weapons for distribution.
"Beta," a guard acknowledged, rifle slung across his shoulder as he headed toward the armory.
