Chapter 29 Shackles Of Despair

• Aphrodite's Point of View
• The dungeon was cold and damp, as if the stone itself grieved for the souls locked within its chilling walls. I shivered, slowly opening my eyes. My body was stiff and weighed heavily from the chains that dragged me down. But the weight upon me wasn't just the memories of last night but also the silence in my head.
• ‘Hades.’ I stroked forward through the bond, feeling the very faintest beat of him somewhere not far away. I knew he was close. Yet my energy was vague, my tie to him tenuous from the agony tearing my body. My arms felt on fire, and I breathed sharply as I tried to shift, the burning feeling shooting up through my muscles.