I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My mother. The woman we all thought went missing. She was here. Bexley knew about her?
None of this makes sense. I need to talk to Bexley. I need to talk to Mother. I need answers.
But first, my mate needs me. She's weak. She's hiding it well, but I can see it, feel it. So can Poseidon, but neither of us were sure what to do. We were afraid that Bexley would kick our a.sses and run and hide if we tried to claim her in front of everyone.
Thank the Gods for my little sister.
I had so many questions, but wrapping Bexley in my arms had everything else melting away. All I wanted to do was get her home and take care of her. Poseidon would be right behind us. It would all work out fine.
But then it didn't, and I really didn't understand why.
"Why are w
