PERSEFONE POV
By lunch the next day I was running entirely on caffeine, paranoia and approximately forty-three minutes of sleep.
Which honestly felt impressive considering my life was currently collapsing like a badly built Ikea shelf.
I barely remembered the morning.
Classes blurred together into noise and movement while my brain replayed the same horrifying thoughts over and over again like a broken recording.
It couldn’t be true.
Except every single time I tried convincing myself of that, another memory surfaced.
Thane’s harsh voice talking about rejection.
The way all three of them disappeared the entire weekend.
The red-eyed hybrid showing up exactly when they did.
Maybe the universe just hated me personally.
A sharp pinch hit my arm hard enough to make me jerk violently in
