PERSEFONE POV
They needed an opening.
And, unfortunately, the only thing I had left was my brain.
Which was offensive, honestly, because my brain had been through a lot tonight and deserved a chair, a pastry, and maybe six months of silence. But no. Apparently it was still on duty.
Eden tried again to lift our hand, and the gold answered with nothing more than that miserable little tickle in our palms.
No lightning.
No golden explosion ready to solve my problems in a very satisfying and maybe morally questionable way.
Just pure and unfiltered exhaustion.
Aiden felt the attempt and tightened his arm around us.
“Don’t,” he said, with so much tenderness it made my knees weak.
Eden snarled, but the sound was weaker than before, and that scared me more than Scilla’s teeth.
Because Ed
