Persephone’s Fall – Page 35
“Getting close now,” Hades says on the cab ride home, and I shrug. Yeh, it’s getting close. I should have butterflies in my stomach. I should be swinging between nervous giggling and raging over the stupid little frustrations that always come in the final days before a wedding.
Mostly, though, I’m just tired. Tired of bouncing from place to place, preparing. Priest, florist, seamstress, restaurant, priest again, seamstress again, priest again. It’s maddening. I’m tired of pretending to be in love. I’m tired of arguing with my parents. I’d much rather go back to just not talking to them. I’m tired of thinking about it.
I just want it to be done.
Once things settle down into a routine, that’s when I’ll be able to get the information I need out of Hades. Hades, who’s looking at me now with an expression I can’t read, and suddenly I’m interested. Hades hasn’t delivered me an expression I couldn’t read in years.
“What?” I try to sound nonchalant, and because of the effort it comes out sounding forced.
“Seph…” Hades looks suddenly out the window, out at the traffic, away from me. Like he can’t bear the sight of me.
“What is it, Hades?”
“Nothing. I just… nothing. It’s been a long couple of weeks. I’m stressed out.”
It’s bullshit, but my intuition tells me not to pursue it right now. He’ll tell me eventually. Hades tells me everything.
