Penelope's POV
Thorne.
The word rings in my head like a herald of doom.
The only person that knows I'm Thorne is Athena. I haven't told Seraphina, and we've been friends for two decades.
How did he know?!
“Judging from your expression, you don't want this to become common knowledge, do you?” Vincent asks, cruel eyes glinting, like that of a predator before it swoops in for a kill.
Feta clogs my throat and my palms go clammy. Something lodges in my throat, my heart maybe, and no matter how hard I swallow it won't go down.
Vincent waits for an answer, his head tilted to the side, his fingertips drumming into the table. I resist the urge to bite my fingers.
I don't want this to get out is a severe understatement. Hiding my second identity for a decade was fully intentional. Diff
