Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 426

Chapter 426: She Was Not Executed

Hades

The name raised the tension but not necessarily in an averse way.

Kael spoke first. "What did he do?"

She actually chuckled, a bitter sound dredged from the darkest part of her heart. "What hasn’t he done?"

Kael stayed level-headed, probing for more. "We’ve got time."

That was a lie, but I knew better than to interrupt. I doubted her name was even Daliah—not like I believed her from the start.

"Why would it be your concern? You’re Lycans. The enemy."

Though the last part lacked conviction.

"I doubt the enemy would’ve rescued you and brought you to find your... kin."

There was no comeback for that fact.

"Your constant border-breaching Gammas are the reason there’s conscription. Your people could have backed off years ago, but you refuse." Her voice wavered slightly, though the venom in her tone remained.

"Did you lose someone to Darius?" Kael asked.

She didn’t speak. That was answer enough.

She swallowed, her eyes clashing with mine. "I just need answers. No lies, no secrets. We’re tired of walking in the dark."

And not knowing what you’re walking toward. Perhaps I’d become sensitive enough to others’ emotions that I could read what was on her mind. Eve changed me for that, I realized. The longing in my chest sharpened enough to cut, but I kept my voice plain. "I’ll tell you what you want, and you let him go."

But I knew Kael could easily overpower her. She had a child in her arms, looked inebriated, hungry. I’d heard her stomach growl at least three times in the past thirty minutes. So though she tried to act tough—she was tough, with the way she had maneuvered around Kael—that strength was worn thin by desolation.

But I’d sprouted empathy, it seemed, because I doubted I’d be able to look Eve in the eye knowing I harmed a confused, ignorant, misinformed victim of Darius’s tyranny. That would be yet another win for the foul excuse of a creature.

Her shoulders slumped slightly. "Are we going to die?" She forced the words out like a growl but they fell flat, dissolving into something akin to a whimper. "The second verse of that damn prophecy—is it true, or is it propaganda to rile us up?"

I hesitated, still watching her. Just as I opened my mouth—

She pushed on, as though convinced I wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted. "Every day’s already a fucking struggle. Job doesn’t pay shit. I work my ass off for scraps, just hoping one day things get better. I’ll go back to school, get a degree, finally give us a life worth living after conscription took our parents." Her voice wavered before hardening to steel. "Then I’m hearing whispers of a fucking apocalypse. Some Blood Moon shit. And God forbid I cut my foot for nothing."

Menace gleamed in her glare, tempered with fragile hope. "Tell me the truth. Is this all for nothing? Are we going to die?"

"Yes. You’re all going to die."

Kael ripped the words out of my mouth.

A strangled gasp escaped her, her hold slackened—but just the barest bit—and Kael dove into action.

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