22| MAY I KNOW YOU?

PERSY

I was quiet for the next few hours. Was he truly asking me this? Like, he really wanted to know me—Persephone Walters, and not Kassandra Aaron?

"Uh… me?" I could not help asking, just to be sure.

He looked around in a dramatic way and when his eyes finally landed on me again, he asked, "Do you know of any other Persephone Walters who is currently sharing the room with us right now?"

I scratched my neck, trying so hard to stop myself from moving away when he began to move closer on the couch.

He smirked, on noticing my effort, then he asked again, "Tell me about you. The real Persephone Walters. This might be your only chance."

At the mention of the last sentence, I was alert, more than ready to pour my heart out to him. It had been so long since I had someone to share stuff with. It would not be so bad if he knew at least one or two things about me now, would it?

"My name… My name is Persephone Walters, but you know that already." I giggled after saying that, like some damn lov