Elena
Sitting on the couch in Appalachian’s living room I could feel myself growing more and more pissed off with him. It seemed as though ever since we pulled into Mississippi he had been dismissing me. First leaving me to drive to New Orleans with that t**t, then putting himself between the Luna and me. It drove me insane that it felt as if he was choosing everyone over me.
A tiny glimpse of hope had bloomed when he had offered to let me stay in his home instead of the cell. But that quickly faded once he figured out who my father was. For whatever reason, he was now angrier with me than before. It’s as if whatever hatred he has for Hades is now being projected onto me.
During our argument, my words to him had been hurtful on purpose. I wanted him to react, to acknowledge the fact t
