Chapter Twenty-Seven

I grumbled to myself as I carved a new log into the wall. I knew that people would have misconceptions. I expected it. But I expected it to be about me. I can take anything someone wants to say about me. I don’t care. But I won’t let someone speak ill of my mother. My mother is an angel.

How dare Eurymedusa speak that way about my mother. So judgemental. I continued to grumble as I etched the words into the wall. “Asterion!?” Melite’s voice called out. I groaned and rested my head on the wall. Why does she keep doing that? Wandering the maze is dangerous.

“Melite…” I sighed, putting down my etching tool, and started to follow the sound of her voice and footsteps. “Asterion?” she called out again. I shook my head as I realized she was heading to the dead-end I set up for Demoleon and any other boys to