DAISY
By the time I get home, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck made of emotions, paint, and very bad decisions. My heart still hasn’t figured out if it’s racing from the kiss or from the fact that I ran out on Zeus like a mad woman. Both, probably.
I barely make it through the door before Iris’ voice hits me.
“There you are,” she says from the couch, looking like she’s been waiting a while. Her arms are crossed, and there’s a look in her eye that makes my stomach drop. “I’ve been texting you. Where have you been?”
“Studio,” I mutter, toeing off my paint-splattered shoes. “Trying to get our project done. And don’t ask, it was... messy.”
She raises a brow. “Messy like how?”
I wave her off and head straight to the kitchen. “Nothing I want to talk about right now. Just a long day. Wh
