Chapter 55

• My scream shook the walls of the tunnel, but none from my papa followed behind. The space stayed as silent as it had been except a distant echo of my fear.
• When I looked back before me, my father's heart wasn't in Hades' hand as I expected, but his throat was. It was bleeding, but not so much as to kill him. But the way his face was contorting in immense pain, it wrenched my heart. My throat felt like someone rubbed it with sandpaper, and my head swirled. I leaned into Hades' henchman, trying to regain my composure.
• For a split second, Hades' gaze drifted my way, cold and merciless, but the flicker of worry didn't go unnoticed. He let go of Papa's throat, letting him crumble down. Then looming closer, he gripped his hair and pulled his head up to face him.