Forty-One

Cleo’s POV

“Time moves differently here Cleo; you’ve been here what? A few hours? That would be few weeks up there. You really ought to have done your research before venturing places you have no clue about.” Hades lifted his gaze fixing at me for a split second, a small smile playing at the corner of his thin lips. “By now I’m sure your mutt is going out of his mind. That is unless he found some other bitch to share his bed in your absence. Lucille perhaps?” Growling I launched myself in Hades direction only he was two steps ahead of me. Raising his hand, it connected with my face sending me skidding across the ground. Everything within me hated this man and the way he was able to get under my skin with just a few words. Looking at my bump the seriousness of the situation I was in began to weigh heavily on my mind. If the time difference was true, it meant I would have maybe two hours left until my world would change forever. Each minute was now critical. “Oh Cleo, I’m joking. About