I leaned against the door jamb, staring at her as she used the blow-dryer to dry her hair. The noise that it made was giving me the urge to walk up to her and rip the plug right out of the wall, but I had enough sense to know that I didn’t need to do that. It wasn’t going to get me anywhere, especially not now.
Hera probably wasn’t even aware of the effect that it had on us, and how irritating the noise was. But considering the fact that she had spent majority of her life living with Hades, I failed to see how he hadn’t already gone ahead and snapped at her for using the thing. Perhaps he had and she simply didn’t care for what he said. But I didn’t think that that was the case. At least not for this situation.
I was certain that she hadn’t heard me flush the toilet or open the door. I
