Hades
Rage exploded behind my ribs, vision tinging red. Jaws gritted as I forced myself to keep myself I'm check, to retrain my anger. I closed my eyes, gulping in air through my mouth and let it out through my nose.
The other Gammas, nodded and shared self satisfied expression as the head continued to speak about plans, about what their king, Darius wanted about the consequences of failing him. But I only got snipets of his words. My head was a tempest, drowning out all other thoughts.
Stealth could go to hell.
There was blood in my mouth—I'd bitten down too hard. My throat burned from holding back the roar surging inside me. Not a sound. Not a twitch. Just tremors of fury beneath borrowed armor as I stood shoulder to shoulder with monsters and listened.
Listened to them laugh about torturing Kael.
Listened to them reduce Elliot—my son—to a "bargaining chip."
Listened to them call Ellen a failed asset, a defector, like she hadn't mutilated herself just to be free.
