Hera POV

The hot shower didn't do anything to wash away the ache in my chest. But at least it gave me a moment to breathe, to let the steam and water drown out the chaos in my head. I step out of the bathroom with a towel tied around my body.

The house is too quiet,the kind that fans flames of depression. I slip into a pair of soft pajamas,grab my phone and send a quick meeting alert to every member of the Killer Angels.

My fingers tremble as I type, but I force them to ...