Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Bound By Him and Her

Montegue’s face was drawn down in solemnity as we stood face to face, my arms crossed as spoke. His actions so close to the Rite had been like a rug under my feet, the fall of which would have hurt even more if I had not been so preoccupied with Hades and his survival while still trying to comprehend the fact that Elliot also had the flux in his too.

It was not about Elliot not being there to reach Hades when the time was going but more so being blind sides. Not finding Elliot in the room, afraid I would never see him again.

"To be honest, I was overwhelmed with the state of things, and it seemed like with every second that passed, there was another revelation that turned all of our careful planning on its head. I’m old enough to know when I’m being outpaced... but not foolish enough to pretend I’m unaffected." Montegue said, his words were rushed but coherent, understandable. Because I had felt the same.

"I wanted to take Elliot, my grandson, far far away from it all. This convoluted mess of truths, lies, conspiracy and tragedies. He does not deserve that life. And to be once again used as a pawn and made to save someone in a world he should know nothing about at such a young age. I could not sit and watch as he was futher traumatised. I failed once before and I could not do it again." His syllables grew shaky, words losing their coherence as emotion took him over. "I could not fail Dani again. I blamed Hades for years but I had seen the similarities in their gestures, that twinkling brightness in those eyes, I knew them so well. They were Dani staring back at me. I was stupid enough to let pride, ego and some unjustified sense of ...justice blind me to what mattered most."

Montegue’s voice broke.

It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The weight behind it settled between us like the remnants of a storm—wet, heavy, and impossible to ignore.

I uncrossed my arms.

Not because I wasn’t angry anymore. I still was. He had moved without warning. He had risked fracturing an already threadbare alliance when we were hanging by the thinnest, most frayed cord.

But he was also... human. And broken in ways I hadn’t seen before.

"I didn’t know what to do," he continued, more quietly now. "I kept seeing Danielle. Not just in Elliot. But in you. The way you looked when he ran into your arms from the room he locked himself in. The way you fought to save Hades, even when we weren’t sure there was anything left to save. That’s what she would’ve done too."

His eyes lifted to mine.

There was grief there. Raw and naked.

"I panicked," he confessed. "I made a decision out of fear, and I can’t take that back. But I swear on everything I have left... I didn’t do it to betray you. I did it because I love him. And I’ve lost too much to gamble with what I have left."

I exhaled slowly, pressing my palm to my chest.

The pain wasn’t just from his words. It was from mine. The ones I’d swallowed instead of screamed. The ones I’d buried beneath duty and discipline and war plans and Rites and chains forged from divine blood.

"I understand," I said, my voice tight. "But why did you break out Felicia too. Why did you aid her escape?"

His jaw tightened, but a conflicted expression passed over his weathered, grief stricken face, gaunt worry, aged from stress and fear of the unknown, haunted eyes seated deep in sunken sockets. "I needed her to tell us who the Delta was. The one that took my grandson’s voice. The one that handicapped him.

"I didn’t know whether to feel hatred or grief when I saw her again," he rasped. "She was still my daughter... and yet not. And when she asked me to let her into her old room, I thought it was sentiment. A farewell, maybe. But it wasn’t."

He dragged a hand over his mouth.

"She gave us a name in exchange. The Delta who poisoned Elliot. The one who stole his voice, masked it as medical intervention. It was—" He exhaled roughly. "—Mrs. Miller."

My blood ran cold.

Mrs. Miller.

The caretaker who paraded as gentle and dutiful. The same woman Hades had nearly killed months ago for framing me.

"That woman..." I said, voice tight with disbelief.

A heavy silence fell.

"And Elliot?" I asked, my voice softer now. "What happened when he got his voice back?"

Montegue looked away, like the memory hurt.

"He didn’t scream. He didn’t cry. He just said one thing."

My chest seized.

"What did he say?"

Montegue looked at me, eyes glassy. "’Daddy’s in there. I heard him.’" His voice cracked. "And then he said, ’I’m not afraid. I want to help him.’"

My knees nearly buckled.

"He didn’t hesitate," Montegue said, voice trembling. "He walked straight to the chamber. No tears. No questions. He said... ’I know how to reach him.’ Like it was the simplest thing in the world."

It wasn’t.

It was everything.