Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484: Eight Years Old

Eve

It was opened quietly for me and I found myself hesitating before I stepped in. I made sure I made minimal noise. The darkness of the room was overwhelming, as though no light dared to enter.

The room smelled of her—the scent I had caught in the garden when I had ordered her to be taken to the Tower: ash and the dull tang of despair.

I held my breath so I could hear hers. Her form was splayed out on the queen-sized bed, not like the patients in hospitals who assumed the controlled positions of corpses.

I smiled then. Some things never changed. I would recognize my sister anywhere.

Her breathing was even, chest rising and falling slowly. The file suddenly felt even heavier in my hands, and I knew it was time I left.

Hesitantly, I turned on my heel.

"Evie?"

I startled, frozen where I stood. With a click, more light flooded the room as she turned on the bedside lamp.

"Is that you?" Her voice had a tremor.

Horrible things she had done and said rose to the surface. Not just to me, but I recalled the videos of Ellen terrorizing subjects—like the maid she had shot in the head without flinching, without mercy.

It all came rushing back. But I had to remember that she had no arm for a reason. The Mark of Malrik had been removed by amputating it. I shuddered at the thought of what that thing had made her do. What it had made Lucinda do.

What it could have made me do, if circumstances had been different.

I turned around slowly.

Ellen was sitting up now, propped against the pillows, her remaining hand clutching the sheets. The lamplight cast harsh shadows across her gaunt face, making her look even more like a ghost than a person.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, my voice steady. Professional. The tone of a Luna checking on a patient, not a sister reuniting with her twin.

"Better," she said softly, though her eyes told a different story. "The doctors said... they said I was lucky to be alive."

"You are." I moved closer, my footsteps measured. "Your vitals have stabilized. With proper care, your body should recover."

"My body," she repeated, a bitter smile twisting her lips. "But not the rest of me."

I didn’t respond to that. What could I say?

Ellen tried to shift, to swing her legs over the side of the bed. "I should—"

"No." I crossed the distance quickly, my hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pressing her back. "You need to rest."

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