PERSEFONE POV
Elizabeth, as if it was the most normal, the safest freaking thing to do on a kitchen table, tipped her vial.
One drop fell.
Thank gods it hit the golden liquid inside Aiden’s vial, not any heavenly made pancakes and, for a heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then the whole thing turned black.
The color whipped through the liquid like ink through water, swallowing every trace of gold so fast my eyes struggled to keep up. The glass trembled once against the table. The coffee in my mug rippled. Somewhere in the walls, the house gave a low groan like old wood reacting to winter.
Was all of that supposed to happen?
Just one drop of her little “something necessary” could turn this house into the epicenter of an earthquake?
Eden snarled.
Out loud.
The sound slipped from my throa
