There was no way in hell that they were going to take your husband away.

Absolutely not.

You’d found out about his unfortunate run in leading him to go to prison on the news.

You turned on the TV at 2am. He said he would be back by midnight.

On the TV you saw the news reporters, eyes proud as they spoke with the heroes who captured him, zooming the camera on him being put in the prison truck.

You must have cried for at least an hour before pulling yourself together, beyond disgusted. You were going to get him out, one way or another.

Of course, breaking into Tartarus wasn’t an easy feat.

However, you had your ways.

After bypassing the guards and security programing and knocking out a guard to steal his uniform and keys, you walked around and asked where he was.

Of course they told you.

Idiots.

You made your way to his cell, seeing him in such a state sickened you.

Poor thing....

You stood outside his cell door.

Your next move?