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7: Misunderstanding

Where was she? I scanned the grounds for where she could possibly be. She wasn't hidden anywhere in the manor, and she wasn't in the stables with Phillip. I extended my search, running along the riverbank. It was too big of an area to run up and down, and I didn't want to just wait for her at the hedge in case she didn't actually make it that far. So where could she be?

My heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't remember the last time it had been so fast or so hard. I could hear the blood coursing through my veins in my ears, and just the panic of not knowing where she was made my breaths ragged.

Finally, I found her. She was in the woods. I could almost feel her panic, the way she was rushing to get through the trees. I zapped into the woods after her. I could hear her moving around nearby, but I could not see her through the heavy foliage of the surrounding trees. I heard her trip, her breaths quick. I thought I even heard a soft cry, though I couldn't tell if it was a sob of sadness or if it was just from the pain of tripping. I pushed my way through the trees, determined to find her before she crossed outside of Eden Manor.

In all honesty, I was disappointed that she wanted to leave. I had liked her so much. She was so pleasant, so perfect in her beauty and charm. She was compassionate and loving and everything that my family was not, all bundled together in one mortal girl. And despite the deal I had made her, I couldn't make myself just let her go without trying to stop her. I wanted to know why. She had proven to be so determined. So why was she abandoning me now?

That was when I identified the bloated feeling in my chest. Abandonment. Depression. It was exactly what I had felt when Persephone had told me that she wanted to be released from the ties of immortality so she could follow her love, Adonis, into the Underworld. She had turned and left me alone, standing on the threshold of the Underworld. And Kate was doing the same thing to me now, running to the first place that she could think of to make her escape.

No. She would not leave me so easily. Anger surged through me. She could not just turn and leave without any explanation. Even her sister had given me the benefit of knowing her exact reasons. Kate was just standing up and leaving. Had she finally had enough? Had she been planning this for a long time, and had decided that the time after her test, when everyone was walking on eggshells around her, was the best time to make her grand escape?

I could tell that I was getting closer. I could hear Kate's footfalls on the ground, I could hear her scrabbling through the fallen leaves and tripping over raised branches and rocks. I could hear her breathing hard around her tears. Why was she crying, if escape was what she wanted?

I burst from the edge of the forest. Kate was precariously balanced on a slippery rock. It was the very place that Ava had damaged herself to test Kate. It was the place that I'd first seen her. And I would rather burn in a purgatory that I created for myself than let this be the last place I see her. She gingerly dipped a foot – a bare foot – into the cold water. The river's currents would easily sweep her away if she was not careful.

"Kate." I said. The word hung in the air between us, partly a sigh from me, partly an echo in the area around us. Kate jumped, wobbling on the rock. Her arms flung out as she struggled to keep her balance. I could almost see her falling, plunging into the cold water that would surely kill her. But at the last second, she managed to catch herself.

She didn't even turn to look at me as she told me to leave her alone. It sounded as if she'd tried to make herself sound like a person to be reckoned with, but she just sounded upset. Now that she was speaking, I could really hear the tears in her voice. She had been crying, and despite the slight anger I felt towards her for being reckless, I couldn't help but want to swoop in and save her, to hug her to my chest and tell her that everything would be okay.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." I admitted to her. I would not leave her balancing on the edge of that rock, where she would surely injure herself, and I would not just let her walk away. She was allowed to leave, by the definition of our deal, but she could not leave until she told me why. I wanted to know why she did not want to stay any longer. And, if I was being completely honest with myself, I don't think that I could've just let her walk away. She was special. The kind of special that I wanted by my side.

She kept both feet on the stone, not even moving. Her eyes remained on the river though, watching the water slide past her. It was beautiful, but right now, it created a danger for her. "I failed," she told me.

I let out a breath. Was she leaving the manor because she did not make at least a 180 on the test? That was what this was all about? My heart's beating subsided for a moment, realizing that maybe she didn't fully intend to leave me. Maybe there was a chance. I bit back the hope that was bubbling inside me, and offered to take her to the gates, if she really needed to leave.

She wobbled on the stone. Her feet were pale and dirty, and I could tell that they were bleeding a little bit, the dark red color sliding down the slippery stone. She would make herself sick if she remained there much longer. Or she would cause infection in her cuts and scrapes. She still did not look at me as she expressed a need to see Diana.

Knowing that I could not force her against her will, knowing that I should not even bother to get close to her, I stepped up to the shore and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her off of the cold stone and away from the water. The moment her feet were off the rock, she started to howl to let her go. I wanted hold her tighter and say that no, I would not let her go. But I did as she asked the moment she had her feet underneath her. I tried to keep a hand on her, but she yanked away from me.

Inside, I tried not to feel hurt over it.

I used the only weapon I had against her – her mother. I knew that it was a low shot. James, if he were here, would be all over me. I could very well imagine him helping Kate across the narrow opening at the hedge, pushing her out of here as fast as he could. I knew that I should've kept my mouth shut and allowed her a decision by herself. It was rational. It was what I wanted, right? I wanted her to leave so I could fade into oblivion, so I wouldn't have to deal with my harrowing family or the remnants of Persephone's departure.

So why wasn't I letting her go?

Kate stared at me, her mouth agape. I held back the urge to brush my hand across my face, as if there was something there. She looked like a fish out of water, struggling to breathe. I stood there for a moment, staring at her as she stared at me. Finally, she spoke. "But – but I failed."

I could feel my eyebrows drawing together as my head immediate turned to the side a little, as if that would let me get a better read on her. She was running out of here because she had failed Irene's trivia test? "I am not so strict that I punish failure with death." I replied, hoping that a few lightweight words would help her feel better, and help me understand why she was so bothered by it all.

Finally, she explained. She thought that by failing Irene's test, she was failing me. She thought that the test was one of the tests she was required to pass in order to stay here at the manor, to have her mother alive. And she thought that, since she had failed, she better go to her mother before I heard and retracted my end of the deal. Realization washed over me. I was paralyzed with shock. Why hadn't I seen that before? I had just figured that she knew as well as I did that it was just a test of knowledge, that it had nothing to do with whether or not she would become queen of the Underworld.

I could feel my entire body relaxing. She did not want to leave me, as far as I knew. She just believed that she had failed, and that she needed to leave. In fact, I was so relieved that I wanted to laugh and scoop her up in a hug. But even though I understood the situation now, it was clear in Kate's eyes that she still wasn't aware of why I was stopping her. So I explained it to her – Irene's test was nothing. It was not one of the tests she was required to pass. I let her be privy to a secret – she had already faced three of her seven tests, though only one of them had been completed. She was doing wonderfully, so much better than I could have hoped. I found myself smiling at all of it. Kate was just so amusing in a charming, slightly naïve way.

With all of our problems hashed out, I remembered that she was barefoot. The dress that she was wearing did not protect her from the weather. It was torn and the hem was covered in mud from the bank. Now that she was standing at the spray of the river, she was surely colder than I could ever be. I shrugged out of the coat I was wearing and draped it over her shoulders, barely refraining from buttoning it up for her. Her fingers gripped the edges as she shivered.

Kate's tears, which had been steadily streaming down her face the entire time, were starting to clear up. Her eyes were still red, and I couldn't help but feel empathy for her. I was aware of what she was feeling. She was worried that the only one she truly loved would be taken from her by death, and she would never see her again until she passed through the gates of the Underworld herself. I knew the pain – I was the one to deliver the final vote allowing Persephone to give up her immortality, to step through those very gates that I guarded. And I would not end up seeing her ever again. Fading was not the same as death. I would be lost, without an afterlife to live for.

I carefully wrapped my arms around her. She was dwarfed by my coat, but she was more beautiful than ever. I had to admit that I liked it when she wore my clothing. I refrained from hugging her to me or touching her cheek, which always managed to make her face flame with embarrassment. Instead, I just took her to her bedroom. She needed to change out of her ruined dress, and she would need to have her wounds tended to. I wondered if Theo was already on his way, if he was aware that Kate needed to be healed.

Kate expressed her dislike for her wardrobe, and a plan formed in my mind. We had a closet with all sorts of clothes in it. The most modern, recently updated stock of clothing one would appeal to Kate, I was sure. She disliked the dresses that Ella had put her in, and she was in need of clothes that she could be comfortable in. I turned to leave her to change into a different dress, pausing to tell her something that I was sure would make her smile – "I only scored 164."

# # #

"Certainly not," Ella said, obviously offended.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her. "She is not fond of the dresses, Ella. She has worn them for a long time, without complaint –"

"Oh, she's complained." Ella refuted, "You just weren't there to hear it."

"Please, Ella. It is for Kate's comfort. We can tell her that it's for making a higher score than me on the test."

"She made a higher score than you? What was it?" She asked, a smile touching her face. Ella could not stand lost morals or complaints, but she was a fan of wisdom.

"She scored 173," I answered, glad that I had found something that would please Ella. She was sure to keep her comments on Kate's state of mind to herself from now on. I found a smile crossing my face. Ella narrowed her eyes at me, searching my face. As if she found something else there that was usually not present, she gave me a bold grin.

"Fine. She can have access to the other closet. But don't come complaining to me when she tries to wear that hideous combination of denim and a sweater to any ball." I stifled a laugh, and she turned abruptly. I could hear her muttering something about Sofia, but I was unsure what. I didn't linger to find out, either. I wanted to be the one that led Kate to her prize.

# # #

I knocked on Kate's door. She called that it was alright for me to come in. Gingerly, I twisted the knob and pushed open the door. Kate was sitting at the end of the bed, wearing yet another dress, her hands clasped together in her lap. She looked up at me when I stepped into the room, and there was a sadness there that I had not seen before.

"I'm sorry," she blurted as I drew closer to her. I moved to lean against the end of the bed beside her. She turned her face away from me, focusing on the window that overlooked the gardens. I knew that she was embarrassed over the events of today, though she had no reason to be.

"Do not be sorry," I told her quietly. "It was a simple misunderstanding. Once everything was cleaned up, no one was worse for the wear." I fought the urge to reach out and touch her. She either accepted it with a slight bit of ignorance, or she pulled away so quickly that I could feel the burn of her rejection.

"Still. I should have just hung around and gone through the gates instead of doing something stupid, if I really wanted to leave." She said. Her eyes shot up to me, and she added, "But I don't want to leave. I'm here for the test, Henry. I'm not giving up." The way she said it made me take another long look at her. I wondered what she meant by that. Was she insinuating that I was trying to give up? She would be right.

"I know you're not. It's not in your character," I told her. She sat there in silence for a minute, and I offered her my arm. "I have something to show you. I'm sure you'll be pleased by it."

Kate looked up at me momentarily. Theo could not come in to heal her because then she would know that he was not, in fact, a ghost, but something more. She would have to heal the old way, since I was not allowed to heal her, either. It was possible, and it was not as easy for me as it was for Theo (he was the god of medicine, after all) but I could not even offer her my help. I was honestly a little disappointed in my brothers and sisters for barring me from it.

She slid off the edge of the bed, favoring one ankle over the other. By all the times I had heard her fall in her run to the river, I figured that she had injured something. Hopefully it would not pain her too much, or else I might just go back on the council's ruling and heal her. There was no point in making her suffer through the pain.

Together, we walked down the hallway to the room where all of the clothes were stored. She held onto my arm, leaning on me for support as she made her way slowly down the corridor. We didn't talk, choosing to enjoy the other's presence in silence. Or, at least, I enjoyed her presence. I liked the weight of her on my arm, though I knew that she would probably be at least two feet from me if she were fully well. I would take any touch from her that I could get. It was the most contact we'd had since she began her stay here.

Ella joined us at the junction of hallways. I led Kate up to the door, knowing that when she opened it, it would be like a certain heaven to her. She disliked those dresses that Ella had forced her into, and even though Ella was unhappy with the change in her wardrobe, she had agreed that this would be the greatest prize for Kate.

"Open that door," I whispered to her, my lips right at her ear. I was almost sure that I saw a shiver, but then I thought that it was probably just me. Kate glanced up at me, her grip on my arm tightening as she hobbled forward to push open the doorway. She stood in the doorway for a moment, and then she let out a grasp. I explained the reason for bringing her there, and her face lit up in a smile. Who would have known that something as simple as sweaters and jeans would bring her so much happiness?

Ava scooted around the corner. I was slightly shocked to see her, wondering how she had known to be at the closet. Behind her came Calliope, much more calmly. Ava squealed when she caught sight of the closet. I stifled the urge to cover my ears from her high-pitched cries of joy. Ella smirked as she leaned up against the doorway. I could not imagine why Ava was acting in such a fashion, unless she was putting on a show for Kate. Ava knew full well that this closet was here.

Kate offered Ava some of the clothes, and I found myself smiling as I stood behind her. Ava whipped her head around, blonde hair hanging over her shoulder as she gave Kate a surprised look. But she also looked pleased, as well. I still could not wrap my head around the reason why – Ava was allowed to take whatever clothes she wanted, as if she did not have enough already.

I was still trying to decipher Ava's acting when Kate turned to look at me, distracting me. She asked if they were allowed to have some of the clothes. "Of course," I answered. It was here for all of the women. It was where Ella had pulled Kate's dresses from in the first place.

Ava, Calliope, and Ella rushed into the closet, going through the clothes. I could never understand a woman's fascination with clothing. Persephone had been the same way. I had offered her a never-ending supply of dresses to please her. I wasn't sure if she'd actually liked it or not, but I knew that she didn't mind the gifts.

Kate stepped into the closet last. Knowing that she would be planning on replacing nearly all of the dresses in her wardrobe, I walked behind her. Besides, I wanted to make sure that she was okay. I still wasn't sure how bad her ankle was, but she had limped all the way here, and the closet was so large that she would have to walk around to retrieve all of the clothing she wanted.

She turned around, giving me a slight glare and a smile. It quickly turned into a slight frown as she refuted any help. I still offered her my arms as a place to lay the clothes of her choice. Her eyes searched mine for a second, as if she thought that there was another motive behind that. Of course there was, but if she saw it she didn't comment on it, only raising an eyebrow at me as she continued to browse through the clothing.

# # #

It had been months since I'd stopped by what had once been Persephone's bedroom. I drifted into the room and looked at the framed memory. My smile was so broad, but I wondered how honest it was. Persephone had never truly made me smile while she'd been my wife. I had always been disappointed in her. I knew that marriage was just a title to most of my family – especially Walter – but to me and Calliope, it was something to be cherished. I sometimes wondered if that was why she took such an interest in me. But to Persephone, who nearly rivaled Ava in her acts against marriage, it was just a title, something to throw to me when I was angry with her. I could almost hear her voice reminding me, "But, Hades, we're married."

I closed my eyes momentarily, an onslaught of memories attacking me. None of them were as perfect as the one that I had created for that frame. I gripped it tightly in my hand, watching the slow, slight movements that made it different from a photograph. Persephone's smile was one that I'd only seen directed at other men, one that I had wished she would direct at me. Her hair had never stayed that color for long, darkening with her mood as the winter wore on. And that smile that was on my face… I had no recollection of it with Persephone.

But with Kate….

I couldn't even begin to assess my thought, much less finish it, because the door burst open. I turned to find James stepping into the room, followed by Ava. James looked angry, like he was just waiting for the moment that he could beat me into oblivion. He was completely tense, glaring at me, his jaw tight. Ava looked just as angry behind him, but it wasn't me that she was directing her anger at. It was James.

"There is no reason for you to be here!" Ava's voice had risen and she put two hands on his chest to push him back away from me. "I recall you saying that you would not be back until it was time to judge, and that's several months away. So get out." She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood in front of me. I reached out to put a hand on her arm, to tell her to calm down, and she whirled around to face me. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down, Hades. He has no reason to be here. He will only cause problems!"

"Stand aside, Ava. Henry and I have something to talk about, and it doesn't include you." James took her arm and pulled her from in between us, giving her a push towards the door.

Ava opened her mouth to argue with him – I could already hear the low curses she was planning on directing at him – but I held up a hand to stop her. I met her gaze with mine, trying to tell her that she just needed to take a breather and step away. There was no use in getting into a fight with James when it was clear that he came here to get in a fight with me. Ava stood at the doorway, her hands clenched into fists, her glare shooting between me and James, but it was mostly focused on the back of his head. She turned with a huff, walking with determination down the hallway. James closed the door most of the way behind her.

"I think you know why I'm here," James said. His voice was hard, and I knew that this would not be a conversation that I could easily ignore or make him forget about. He was determined to make a point now, more than he had ever been before. I could feel the anger coming off of him, nearly matching the level of my own on occasion.

"Please, nephew, enlighten me." I replied back, giving him the same hard glare that he was giving me. I would not back down from this fight, because he was right. I knew what he wanted from me. He wanted Kate. He wanted her freedom. He wanted her out of the manor, away from me.

"What you did today was unacceptable. You purposely stopped her from leaving, and that violates the deal that you not only made with her, but with me."

"She was unaware of what she was doing." I replied, determined to keep my head. I would not get into a brawl with him. It would only end in trouble and remorse, and if Kate ever found out, she would be furious. James had, to Ava's disdain, quickly become Kate's best friend when she was still out in the fabricated town of Eden.

"I assure you, she was fully aware of what she was doing. She has a fear of water, Henry. She wasn't going down there for a swim, and not at this time of year, either."

"It was a misunderstanding. She believed that the test Irene gave her, the one that she failed, meant that she was out of the competition. She thought that it meant her mother would die, and I would fade. So she was trying to leave to see her mother one last time."

"You still held her back from leaving. And for that, I'm going to the council and ask them to make this entire ordeal come to an end. You have broken your deal, Kate's services are no longer required, and now you can do what you always wanted to, dear uncle." His last words were sharp, angled just the way that they were supposed to.

We ended up arguing in circles, reiterating everything that we had already said. I explained to him – once again – that Kate was trying to visit her mother before she died, that she was confused, that she was unaware that Irene's test was not one of the seven tests that the council had chosen for her. James continued to say that I had stopped her from leaving, that I had forced her to stay there.

I chose to try to end it by stating a fact. Kate was still here at the manor, and she had not set foot off its grounds. I let him know, still trying to hold back the anger in my voice, that he had no right and no credible reason to go to the council and ask them to destroy the deal. Ava had come to me to find Kate. Ella, Theo, and Xander had no problems with the fact that I had gone to get her. I could not be certain for Calliope or Walter, because James had a way of persuading people, and Calliope had never wanted Kate here to begin with.

But just as quickly as I had turned the conversation, James had turned his point. He brought up Persephone, knowing that I still hated myself over what had happened in between us. I had often wondered if Persephone would have been happy if my choices had been better. If I had not, early on in our relationship, insisted that she stay with me because we were married. If I had not argued with her over her other relations like I did, could she have been happy with me? I could feel my entire body tense up at her name. It was my past, it was my mistakes, and I was to make sure that if Kate passed her tests she would not have to deal with the same things that my first wife had.

James could tell that he'd picked a worthy thing to speak about. He could tell that he nearly had me. He could detect the hint of failure that I felt the moment he brought up the many mistakes that I had made. His voice was lowered from the yelling that we'd both been doing, but I could tell that he was still upset with me, and that he still had every intention of going to the council. Sometimes, James was merciless. His wrath rivaled that of Calliope's.

"Let her go. Persephone didn't love you, and you can't replace her no matter how hard you look. Even if you could, Kate isn't that person." His words cut me like a knife. I didn't need to be reminded that Persephone hadn't loved me. She had never loved me, no matter how much I loved her. And I did not want to hear that I couldn't find someone to take her place in my realm. There was someone out there, I was sure, that could become my queen. I was starting to believe that there was someone out there that could shadow the guilt and the broken love that Persephone had left behind.

I struggled to swallow. I had a moment of realization, right there, in my ex-wife's bedroom, discussing the possibility of my future wife. At the beginning of Kate's six months, I had no hope that she could pass the tests or wipe away the memory of her sister. I did not believe that there was anyone that could make me feel the way Persephone did. And I was right there. Kate made me feel so much more. "She could be," I forced out. James narrowed his eyes at me, and I added, "My sister thinks she is." Diana was so sure that Kate would be the one, the one that could replace Persephone not only in my realm but in my heart.

James's face changed dramatically. It went from the careful mask of anger and indifference to a face full of distaste. "My aunt is too blinded by guilt and determination to see the situation clearly." He replied sharply. If we were going to be honest, James had always held a sort of resentment towards Diana when she stood by my side against her daughter. Diana and I were brother and sister, closer to each other than our other siblings. Diana had always seemed to understand my motivations and I hers. She had hoped that her daughter would be a perfect match for me, but we made bad decisions and destroyed any chance of a true relationship before one was even started.

James continued, warning me that there was only a matter of time until Kate was taken by death, just like the eleven girls before her. He warned me not to let her become the twelfth. "Eleven girls are already dead because of you. Don't turn Kate into the twelfth because of your selfishness."

With that, I lost whatever symbolism of calmness that I had managed to hold onto. James thought that he could come into my manor and tell me how to live my life. He thought that he could come to my realm and tell me how to run it. He thought that he could come to me and take away the only girl that had managed to begin erasing Persephone from my mind.

And I would not let him succeed.

Without even thinking, I took a hold of the framed reflection – my falsified memory – and flung it across the room to the slightly opened door. As it flew, I could not even find the regret to be upset about it. Persephone was my past, she was the embodiment of my mistakes, and she had shadowed me for too long. I would work through this. I would not wallow in the pity that had put a blackness on me and made Diana feel the guilt that had led her to create Kate – though I was glad she had. I would not allow James to be right. I knew it would be hard. I knew that there would be moments of weakness, that when facing it instead of pushing it away, there would be moments of depression so deep that they would only drag the others down with me.

I knew it, and for once, I was finally ready to face it.

The frame shattered on the wall by the door. There was a pang, then, of regret. But I reminded myself that this was the very beginning. I reminded myself that there would be plenty of moments when I would want to throw away every chance I had of keeping my position as ruler of the Underworld.

There was a sound that I hadn't expected to hear when the glass hit the wall. It was a gasp, feminine and soft. James, who was shocked that I had thrown the memory in the first place, looked even more surprised than he did before. I could feel surprise shaping my features, as well. It surely couldn't have been Ava. She would have bounded into the room and thrown herself right into the fight, and I had a feeling that any of my other family members would have eventually come in to make sure that things didn't get more dangerous than they needed to be.

That only left one option, and she was the forefront of my mind. James stalked past me and pulled open the door. I felt my stomach drop as I noticed her there. Had she heard everything that was said? Surely she had not missed the last bit, about the dead girls, about Persephone.

As Kate sat there, staring, pale and wide-eyed, at James, I was almost sure that I felt my heart break.

Yes, this might come as a shocker to some people. Reading the book, I knew that Henry had decided to give Kate a chance at some point around the time that he kissed her. I figured that there was already a bit of him that had fallen for Kate. And I will admit that I was unsure as to when he decided to let himself fall. All I knew was that when he did, he would have to come to terms that he and Persephone were over. Hence the above chapter.

No, I am not saying that Henry is aware of his love for Kate. No, I am not saying that he is completely over Persephone. I am not saying that he doesn't feel love for his first wife anymore. All I am saying is that he is well aware that their relationship was darkly twisted, and that it is about time he tries to push past it. I hope that it makes sense to everyone. I'm sure that we all have an example of a time when we realized that something was not working and we decided not to dwell on it any longer. And if you do, you know that sometimes it is not easily pushed behind you. You need to work past your feelings. Henry's words in this last chapter are just a statement – I will work through this.

Now that my rant explaining the turn of events is over, I will, as always, apologize for grammatical/spelling errors. I ask you to take a few seconds of your day to leave me a quick review with your comments and criticism in the box below. I also want to thank all of you for taking the time to read this and give your continued support.

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