Page 97 of Unleash Hades
Other than sleeping in his embrace, he asked for nothing, but greedily took everything I gave.
I was waiting for him to propose to me, but it hadn’t happened.
I don’t even know if my Legionnaire was built to think of things like matrimony. Maybe he thought it was unimportant, since devotion meant much more than a piece of paper and a few vows.
But I’d get him, one day.
Epilogue
Aldon Mountbatten
“Coucou! Aldon!”
Lucien’s normally hilarious greeting grated on my nerves. I wasn’t in the mood to laugh.
“Knock it off,” I called as he entered the library. “There’s no one else here.”
It was ten in the morning, and I was already three drinks in.
Lucien stopped at the door, looking at the bottle on my desk, and the glass in my hand. He was dressed in his favorite hue - traffic cone orange, covered in purple peacock feathers.
“Well,” he said, cryptically, lifting a perfectly arched brow as he surveyed the state of my office.
He took a seat in front of me, across my large antique desk, and leaned back casually. For a moment, I wondered where the man I had grown up with disappeared to. Or was he swallowed by the mask he now wore?
“How is Mini Mina?” he asked, reaching out to take my glass, and downing it himself.
I got up, grabbed a second glass, and poured a healthy swig into both.
It wasn’t even a good whiskey. I just didn’t fucking care.
“Not so mini,” I said, taking the drink like a shot. “Won’t come out of her room. I don’t think she’s even sleeping. When she does come out, she barely speaks. All she ever asks about is where that woman fighter is. Mina’s acting like a ghost.”
And this was where I was now.
I was a shit brother.
I had given up on finding her, and let her go, only to find her calling my name. She was covered in blood. Far from the glorious reunion I had dreamt up in my mind. She wouldn’t let me touch her. I couldn’t hold her, or help her. She wouldn't eat,sleep, drink, or do much of anything, and I was within seconds of needing to commit her before she wasted away.
But that was the last thing she needed. More incarceration, and imprisonment.
At least at home, she could walk around as she pleased, though she wasn’t even doing much of that.
“The She-Bear?” Lucien tilted his head.
“Yes, the She-Bear.” I tried to reach into my brain to remember what her name was. “Malina? Olivia? I forget her name.”
Too drunk to care, too.
“Olena Savchenko?” Lucien supplied, as if reading my mind.
“That’s right.”
“Ah, yes, she’s back in the Underground, but…”
“But what?”
“Well, that is why I’m here. Have you been keeping up with the trial, along with your…” he winced, looking at my glass. “Recreation?”
