A Game of Gods

"Are you well?" He asked. Her chest rose as she took as breath, studying him just as intently as he watched her. She was beyond anything he had ever imagined for himself - beautiful and gracious, far too good for the things he had done in his many lifetimes, and yet she remained, a steady light at his side - a beacon he could follow through the dark. It was in these quiet moments when he felt most overwhelmed by his love for her. "You haven't slept." Her voice was a whisper that slid over his skin. It made him wan, which felt wrong. "No," he said and rose to sit, angling so that he could look upon her face. Her face was flushed and her eyes were too bright, an indication that she had drawn upon her magic as she had dreamed. Hades brushed his thumb along her cheek and her eyes fluttered closed, as if his touch brought her a sense of comfort. The thought made his heart beat erratically. There was power in how she made him feel, and she was the only one who had ever possessed it"--