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050 | Like A Threadbare Tapestry.

Author: Gigi Grey
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-03 07:38:48

E L E A N O R

My father is yanked up from the floor roughly, limbs jerking like a puppet cut loose from its strings, just as Perseus wraps an arm around me and pulls me into him.

I'm still frozen. Stuck in place as a cold numbness crawls through my bones. My mind struggles to process the brutal clarity of what just happened. My father had tried to kill me and got taken down by a barrage of arrows before he could finish what he started.

There’s blood, but more than that, there's betrayal hanging thick in the air. I didn’t want him dead. At least, not like this. Not as a hunted man brought to his knees. Perseus just took the last blood relative I had left, and I don’t even know how to react to that. My thoughts are a mess, my body heavy.

I feel the warmth of Perseus’s palm as it slides around my wrist. My breath stumbles. I turn my head slowly to meet his gaze.

“He’s not dead. Just tranquilized,” he says, his voice low and steady, but not exactly gentle. Just then, one of the guards st
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