"Hades… you're mumbling."
"Am I?" he asked as they walked through the forest.
Was he nervous? Of course, he was.
"This person is your guardian, Luna. How can I possibly stay calm?"
Luna had told him everything about her grandmother—the bond they shared, the way she had saved her life.
If Luna hadn't been pulled out of that coffin that day, not even her phoenix blood would have been enough to keep her alive.
Her grandmother hadn't just saved her—she had given her a new home, a reason to live again. She had helped Luna accept her new reality and adapt to her new life.
Back then, Luna was broken. She had just lost Hades, the only family she had. Her heart ached for him.
But her grandmother knew the truth: if Luna stepped into the world in that state, with her presence leaking out like a beacon, someone would surely hunt her down.
