HERME'S POVBoth of them were asleep, tangled together on the small couch near the balcony doors, her head tucked against his shoulder, his arm curled loosely around her, hands loosely intertwined between them like they'd fallen asleep mid-conversation and simply never separated.Something cold and violent moved through me, fast enough that I didn't fully register standing up straighter, fists already curling.My mother's footsteps arrived behind me a moment later, still amused from downstairs. "What's got you standing there like…"She stopped, seeing it too.I didn't wait to hear whatever she was about to say.I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed Damien by the collar of his shirt, and hauled him bodily off the couch. He woke mid-motion, disoriented, a startled sound tearing out of him as I threw him hard against the side table, glass, decanter, and a stack of books all scattering across the floor in a violent crash."Hermes…!" Liana's voice, sharp with shock, cutting through
Ler mais