Penelope’s POV:
And the line goes dead.
I get into the car and take a few minutes to calm my racing heart. I’ll have to tell Sera about this. Hopefully she can track the person down.
I don’t like this. A strange person sends me a picture, and my mother lies to me about it. Now they’re saying I’m blind?
What the actual hell?
“Miss Verdant,” Athena’s steady voice is like a much needed anchor. She’s in the drivers seat, her head turned over her shoulder as she watches me. “Is everything alright?”
“I think I’m being watched, possibly followed too.” I say, guilt creeping into my tone. “I’m sorry for today,”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s late, should I drive you home?”
“You should go home,” I say.
Even though there’s a room for her at my apartment, she prefers to go home to
