Milo looked utterly drained, as if the very act of existing had become a profound burden. He checked the intercom, muttering under his breath, "Another one?"
They hadn't had this many unexpected visitors since last night, and he attributed it all to a certain pillowcase-clad someone.
"It's Caroline Cresswell," Milo announced, his voice tinged with a fresh layer of exasperation that was almost comical.
Caroline? Alice's stomach plummeted. Hardy's sister? A jolt of apprehension went through her.
What was she doing here? Did Hardy tell her something? No, that didn't feel right. Hardy wouldn't. She didn't think so.
So why was she—
Alice's gaze snapped to Hades, seeking an answer in his unreadable expression. At the same time, she noticed a brief, almost imperceptible flicker of understanding pass between Hades and Milo. Milo, with a resigned sigh that spoke volumes about his fate, went ahead and opened the door without giving Alice the chance to flee.
