CHAPTER TEN

—JASMINE

Hades sits beside me and dispatches an omega to fetch ointment for my injured wound. The omega swiftly returns, and Hades tends to my wound, cleaning it with a cloth before applying the ointment with precision.

“Next time when I tell you to remain by my side, you listen to me. You know how much I hate dumb women” he snarls

I swallow hard, remaining silent, and observe him intently as he tends to my wound. His words may be harsh and unsettling, but they contradict the gentle care with which he applies the ointment, his touch surprisingly soft and considerate.

As he continues to tend to my wound, my tension subsides, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I know somewhere in there he still cares about me.

He gently lifts my leg and props it up, his focus on applying more ointment, his care and attention sparking a sense of solace in me.

Now, I don't regret my decision to save the child, even though it meant getting hurt. It was all worth it, because in the end, I get to be