PERSEFONE POV
Three firm knocks against the wood, and just like that, my blissful morning was gone.
Aiden turned to me, one hand on the table and the other wrapped around mine. Keres stood, jaw clenched, a curse already sitting on the tip of his tongue.
But the worst part was Thane’s smile.
Gone.
Instantly.
His chair almost knocked over against the wooden floor as he stormed toward the door, every soft trace of the man who had held me upstairs wiped clean. This was the Thane everyone else knew. Rough. Scary. Silent in a way that made the room hold its breath.
This was what safety looked like with rogues, apparently.
Positioning.
“That will be her,” Aiden said.
The witch.
Of course.
Because apparently I had been allowed exactly seven bites of perfect pancake before reality remem
