HAISLEY
It's almost comical how I find myself in the same position as last time, sipping champagne and waiting for Hades while he meets with the Alpha King. But at least tonight, the atmosphere feels less charged, less fraught with tension and unspoken fears.
As I set my empty glass down on a nearby table, I feel the sudden urge to use the restroom, my bladder protesting the copious amounts of bubbly I've consumed. Excusing myself from the idle chatter of the other guests, I make my way towards the lavish bathroom, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor.
I'm just finishing up, washing my hands, and checking my reflection in the ornate mirror when it happens. A hand clamps over my mouth from behind, stifling the scream that rises in my throat as another arm wraps around my w
