“You are my wife and my queen.” Hades’s voice echoed in her mind. It sent chills down her spine and cradled her heart. The sound brought tears to her eyes and made her chest feel tight, stealing the air from her lungs. “You are everything that makes me good,” he said. “And I am everything that makes you terrible.” She swallowed the thickness that had gathered in her throat. Before, she would have balked at those words, but now she understood the power in being feared. And she wanted to be dreaded.
