PERSEFONE POV
*My bad - Salem Ilese*
The walk toward Spanish felt way too long.
Which honestly made me want to commit violence.
Keres stayed beside me the entire time after that piss-poor attempt to placate me.
Quiet now.
And somehow that almost felt worse.
Because every few seconds I could still feel his eyes sliding toward me like he wanted to say something and kept stopping himself.
Good.
At least one of us was suffering.
My chest still hurt from the look on his face after I pulled away from him.
Which was ridiculous.
Absolutely stupid.
But apparently I was developing a serious talent for self-sabotaging emotional disasters lately.
Because I was the one hurting here.
Not them.
Not after two days of complete f*****g silence.
Not after overhearing Thane talk about rejecti
