The Promise of Hades (The Hades Trials #3) - Eliza Raine Page 0,1
the truth.'
'But, Persy, that's not possible. It's simply not possible.'
'That's what I thought at first, but it is! I had power, Sam!'
'Power?'
'Yes, I could make plants grow. And I had vines that came out of my palms!'
'Like fucking Spiderman? Persy, we need to go to the emergency room. Now.'
'No,' I said, shaking my head.
'Then what the hell do you want me to do?' He threw his hands in the air and glared at me.
'I need to get back there,' I whispered. Sam's mouth fell open.
'To the place where you were competing to marry the devil?' I nodded. 'You want to go back there?'
Something that might have been relief washed through me as I answered Sam's question.
'Yes.' I did want to go back. To Hades. I had to be where he was. I finally had one solid decision made in my head. Dread replaced my relief fast though. I was no longer trapped in the Underworld. Now I was trapped in New York.
I had no way of getting to Hades.
'I gotta call mom, Persy. This is fucked up, you're not well.' Sam moved to my side slowly, putting an arm around me as he sat down. I lifted my hand and peered at my palm, digging deep inside myself to feel for my power.
There was nothing.
'Sam, I've never fit in. Now I know why,' I whispered.
'Maybe you've invented being married to the devil to try to make yourself feel stronger?' he said gently. 'Perhaps you've been under too much pressure with the program at the botanical gardens or...' He trailed off, his face darkening. 'Did something bad happen? Has someone hurt you?'
'No! I swear to you, nothing awful has happened to me and triggered some sort of mental breakdown,' I told him firmly, and his face relaxed. 'But Sam, I am stronger. I was a freaking goddess. All this time.'
I felt a flare of something deep in my stomach, a stab of rage and pain, and I gasped as I realized it wasn't coming from me. It was Hades. I could sense his dark smoky power under the physical feeling. It was the same as what I'd felt before he had left, though the emotion wasn't sadness now. It was primal and animalistic, filled with fear and fury.
He was breaking. I could feel it.
'The bond,' I murmured, my skin crawling as the feeling spread through me. 'I have to help him,' I said, looking up at Sam, the urgency I felt making my voice crack. 'He made a mistake leaving me here, I have to help him.'
'Help who?'
'Hades. He's in trouble.'
'Erm, I'm sure the Lord of the Dead can handle himself,' Sam said, more calmly than his face suggested he was.
'No. No, I have to get back.' I leaped to my feet, yet more tears burning the back of my eyes. Pain and rage spasmed through me, and I almost cried out. Sam stood up fast, taking my wrist in his hand.
'Come on. We'll get help.'
I started to go with him, toward the door, but faltered as I realized what he meant.
'I'm not ill, Sam, I swear!' Frustration was welling inside me, my own anger mingling with the intense fury flowing into me from the bond to Hades.
My brother’s grip on my wrist tightened, even as his face softened.
'I'm sorry, Persy, but we need to get you help.' He tugged me and I stumbled. He would never hurt me, but if he thought he was helping me I wouldn't be surprised if he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. He was a lot bigger than I was.
'Sam, stop!'
My shout was cut off though, as blinding white light filled the room.
Sam let go of me as we both threw our arms in front of our eyes instinctively. Hope surged through me. Was it Hades? Please, please let it be Hades. I blinked furiously, and let out a cry of relief as a figure came into focus in front of me.
'Hecate!' I half sobbed, and threw myself at her. If it wasn't Hades, Hecate was the next best thing. She could take me to him.
'Erm, I don't do hugs,' she said, patting me awkwardly on the back as I wrapped my arms around her.
'P-Persy?' I heard Sam's almost whispered voice behind me, and let go of Hecate to turn to him. 'Persy, who is your outrageously hot friend and how did she appear out of thin air?' His face was pale, his hazel eyes huge.