Kenneth’s POV
Zeus was restless inside me, pacing like a caged beast. His fury burned hotter with every passing moment. He was angry—angry that Lucy was lying unconscious, locked in some kind of strange coma that even our greatest healer couldn’t explain. Angry, too, that someone had dared to speak to her about me, about the part of my life I wasn’t ready for her to know. And beneath it all, his greatest rage was reserved for my parents—their cold civility, their carefully veiled rejection of the woman who held our heart.
To them, she was “the human.”
To us, she was everything.
“Mom, she has a name!” I had snapped earlier, my voice breaking under the weight of my emotions. “Do you even care to know it?”
I hated the sound of my own desperation, but I couldn’t hold it back. Did she not
