The atmosphere between them was steady—neutral.
They walked side by side, Beatrice keeping the golden orbs afloat to light their way.
An hour ago, Hades wouldn't have imagined himself here, alone with the Queen of an entire race. Yet now, he was following her through dim corridors toward an unknown destination, both of them hoping to find her daughter.
Truthfully, Hades had no personal stake in this rescue. His curiosity was the only thing pulling him forward—curiosity about himself, about the ancient war between the Primordial beings… and maybe, if fortune favored him, a clue as to why other dragons might come after him once his identity was known.
The silence between them stretched, so Hades finally broke it.
"What exactly happened that day… when your daughter was taken?"
