What good is it? I've gone to hell, but my blood is in your veins. Can you really be happy? As long as you're alive, I live on—
Hades opened his eyes. "My father is a pedophile," he whispered.
Ophelia turned over, half asleep. "Huh?"
Adrian glanced over at her. "Tell me you're joking? That I'm seeing things?"Ophelia smiled, saying nothing."Ophelia, I—thank you."
Adrian blinked. The light was so bright. He looked over. Where on earth was she?"Ophelia?" He called. "Opie, are you here?"They agreed they'd both take some time off work, so where else could she be?
Adrian sighed. They'd taken the company jet to Detroit, and had went straight to the Vitale Estate. Adrian was hesitant."Are we sure this is the best route?""We can trust Grim," She assured him. "And anyone get didn't eliminate must be very strong."
"You should start learning Italian," Adrian whispered, his eyes on hers.Ophelia smiles. "What about you?""I already know Italian. Italian, German, Japanese, Mandarin, and a few others."
Adrian looked up in the dark. Why hadn't he said anything. Why he hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he stopped her?He sighed. What should he do?His head pulsed. "I think..." he whispered aloud, "I think I'm angry."
Adrian combed his hair back nervously. Maybe he should tie it back.He sighed. This was nerve tracking. But it had to be done.He stepped into the hotel. "Ophelia? Are you in here?"
She sat at the bar, drinking somberly. She glanced down at the 25 cent ring on her finger.She took another drink.I love you. I know I'm not famous yet, but one day, one day I'll sing you a song, and it'll make us rich.
She stumbled home. She unlocked the door of her apartment, flipping the light switch.Nothing happened.She flipped it again. And again.