In no time at all, I found myself seated at the dining table—and I wasn’t the only one. Just like this morning, literally everyone who shared the same bloodline as Annabelle was here, which only confirmed the suspicions that Marcel had already brought to life that there was going to be an argument. I took comfort in the fact that Hades was here, because I knew that he would try and step in where he felt it was necessary to do so. He would make sure that the brunt of everything didn’t fall onto my shoulders, or onto Marcels.
It was then that I realised that I hadn’t even managed to stop by and see how he was doing, to stop by and find out what he was doing with himself now that he was here and now that he wasn’t working. I didn’t even know where he had been the whole day, or where they al
