Alice had one goal.
Escape.
Quietly. Quickly. Preferably before someone breathed in her direction.
To aid her covert mission, she'd stolen a pillowcase from the bed and wrapped it around her head and half her face like a half-committed Egyptian mummy. Only her eyes peeked out, darting anxiously in every direction. It wasn't fashionable. It wasn't breathable. But it was the only armor she had left against the bizarre reality of Hades's apartment.
She had checked the time on her phone. By now, Dawin should be out. The Matriarch and Patriarch were almost never seen unless they wanted to see you. And as for Van, well, she didn't know. But the most important thing was leaving here.
She needed a shower. She wanted to take off her contact lenses, which were badly irritating her eyes now. She needed to eat and, to be honest, she still felt a bit sick.
But the priority was leaving this place.
Leaving him.
Even if she would race down from Block C to A.
