Bab 51: Paint And Kisses

Eve~

There was a skip in my step as we entered the Obsidian Tower, Hades right behind me. He accompanied me upstairs as I ranted on. I could mention the names of the Lycan artists who had created the masterpieces I had the honor of seeing and analyzing, and I deeply regretted not learning more about Obsidian Pack art. They were truly breathtaking.

I hadn't felt like this in a long time—a very long time. It was like being back in a familiar place, surrounded by colors, shapes, and stories that spoke to my soul. My fingers itched to draw, to capture the emotions swirling inside me. I glanced over my shoulder at Hades, expecting to see his usual mask of indifference, but there was something different in his eyes. He wasn't just tolerating my rambling; he was actually listening, or at least pretending better than usual.