PENELOPE POV
When he spoke, when she saw him, my sister went empty.
As if Ermes had reached inside her chest with one hand and pulled out every memory that had ever made her feel safe. As if he had taken a piece of her heart and held it there between them, still beating, just to prove he could.
And maybe he had.
I saw it happen.
I saw the exact moment something broke in her.
Persefone Savage, the girl who wore sarcasm like armor and kept her softest parts hidden behind teeth and sharp edges, stood completely still while the man who had helped raise pieces of her life smiled at her like betrayal was an inconvenience.
A scratch on one knee.
A sad little accident.
Like this hurt him too.
I had been attached to that thing.
That thing, because man felt too generous now.
I had truste
