It was hard to stay calm while wrapped in Hades's thick arms, one secured around her waist and the other beneath her knees. Evangeline couldn't help the way her gaze drifted to his face, quietly admiring how the sunlight traced his features and bathed him in a warm, golden glow that made him seem almost unreal.
Though Hades walked quickly, far quicker than her usual pace, she didn't feel a single jolt or misstep. There was no sway, no instability, only a strange sense that everything around them had slowed. It felt as though the world itself had softened, allowing her this fleeting moment in his arms, as if it already knew such a chance would never come again.
