PERSEFONE POV
Apparently despite everything—
despite the anger
the humiliation
the absolute emotional dumpster fire they’d turned my life into—
seeing Thane look that wrecked still hurt.
I was definitely one bad decision away from selling my soul to the devil. It was obvious.
And f*****g idiotic.
I sat back down slowly on the bench.
Not relaxed.
More like:
preparing for impact.
Shoving my armor back on.
The boys followed carefully afterward like one wrong movement might send me bolting into traffic.
Honestly?
Fair.
Aiden sat across from me first.
Thane beside him.
And Keres—
of course—
stayed closest.
Like gravity physically dragged him toward me against his better judgement. If he’d ever had one.
His stupid coffee tray hovered near my knees for another second before
