Chapter 33 A Heavy Burden

• Aphrodite's Point of View
• The days had blurred together since we arrived at Archer's small bungalow nestled on the outskirts of the city. A sense of uneasy peace had settled over us, but it did little to soothe the storm brewing within me—or within Hades. I could see it in his eyes each time he glanced toward the horizon, as though he was expecting Zeus to come crashing through the trees, ready to rip us apart.
• Archer had been nothing but kind to us. He never pressed too much about our past, just letting the story we spun to him: How we got lost in the woods. Both Hades and I knew our problems weren't far behind. We couldn't even rest peacefully in the safety of Archer's home without having the feeling of being hunted. Zeus wouldn't stop searching until he found us, and Hades was riddled with guilt anyway.