NFW! The room was dark and quiet. Paulina’s team of unpackers/movers/decorators/bodyguards had draped the window with some heavy velvety material, so day or night, with the lights out, the room was a cave. I was awake, with Shar’s genius idea echoing in my brain: Go and get the fleece and put it over Paulina. She’s sleeping, and she’ll never know what happened. She’ll go to Tartarus where she belongs, and Shar will be back here where she belongs. Mission accomplished! Hades’ voice seemed to intrude. Simple, no? I’d set the iPhone alarm for 4 a.m., hours before anyone would be up, and slid it under my pillow. And here I was, ready to do the deed before the thing even went off. The bed frame groaned as I sat up. My heart fluttering, I waited several seconds to see if silence returned. It did. As quickly as I could, I swung my feet onto the floor. Stifling the noise my voice wanted to make as my toes hit the icy tiles, I didn’t give myself a chance to get used to it.
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