Page 129 of Misted

She looks up at me through wet lashes. “Are we fighting Hades? I can ask Ghost and the others for help, but you know we can’t go on a full war with him. Not only, he still has some of the Zeroes, but there’s also his secret international partners who will hunt us down like dogs.”

“We’re not fighting Hades.”

I reach behind me and retrieve the syringe filled with the anaesthesia Eloise left behind. “I’ll be the one fighting.”

Before Mist can react, I jab the syringe in her arm. Her eyes widen, and then they fill with betrayal and pure horror. Only she’s not scared about the shot. She’s scared about me. Her fingers dig into my arm and she shakes her head. “Nooooo…Haaaawk…. Pleaaaase….”

Her grip loses strength. She whimpers softly as her eyes flutter closed and tears stream down her cheeks while falling limp in my arms.

I stroke her hair and plant one last kiss on her forehead. “You’re not the only one who’d risk it all, Hellion.”

I’d willingly go back to my worst hell for her.