“Yes, Aunt Ariadne,” Aphrodite says, the relief evident in her tone.
“I love you. See you soon.”
“See you soon,” Aphrodite says before the line clicks dead. She puts her phone away and turns to me. “I don’t know how much you actually know about the fight with the witch, Aurora, because now I don’t know how much you actually heard about me or any of it.”
“I know nothing of it.”
She sighs and scrubs her face with her hand, and then launches into the explanation of her past. To say I’m shocked is an understatement.
“So, that’s how you recognized the signs,” I finally say.
She nods. “I’m sorry, baby, I assumed you knew but you know what they say about assuming… right?”
I nod this time. “Yes, it makes an ass out of you and me.”
“Okay, smartass,” she smiles at me as her phone dings. She
