Hades
"This isn't possible," Eve whispered.
"No," I said quietly. "It shouldn't be."
The road beneath us had changed—no longer cracked pavement but smooth stone, polished by time or care. The trees that had pressed so close before now stood back at a respectful distance, their branches arching overhead to form a natural cathedral.
The field stretched on for what felt like miles, though I knew it couldn't be. Each section seemed to hold different flowers, different colors, as if someone had taken every beautiful thing in the world and planted it here in defiance of nature itself.
"Cain did this?" Eve asked.
Before I could answer, the car slowed. Through the windshield, I saw her.
Sophie
