Fifty-Five

Roman’s POV

As Kaylee’s control over us ended, I scurried across the floor to Cleo, whose breathing had become shallow. Freya wasn’t healing her, which worried me. What had Daphne’s wolf done to subdue her?

Hearing the clang of metal hit the ground, my eyes shot up, finding Hades who was trying to stand. Looking at the knife wedged firmly in his back; I knew it was Cleo’s doing. She had to have thrown it just in time, but at the cost of her own life.

“Roman…” hearing Lucille’s voice, I turned only to find her looking at her hands as she began turning to dust; piece by piece, she disintegrated. With Hades dying, so was his magic, and Lucille’s second chance at life was a product of that.

I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt as I turned my back to her; after all, she’d bought all of this upon herself. Placing an arm under Cleo’s legs and another under her head, I picked her up and carried her to the alter where our pup lay. I knew she would have wanted to say goodbye to Daphne, but I hoped s