-PIPPA-
"Your boyfriend?" Dawn's voice sliced through the silence. "Since when?"
My dad's brown eyes narrowed into slits, barely visible beneath his furrowed brow. Next to him, Uncle Hyp let out a breath that could freeze fire, arms locked tight across his chest. My mom and Aunt Theia stood frozen, statues of judgment, while Helio’s molars ground loudly to the point of cracking.
Everyone looked ready to pounce.
"Does it even matter? Are we here to dissect my love life or to actually talk about Selene’s disappearance?" My voice was sharp, frustration curling at the edges.
I'm twenty-one years old, for crying out loud! I’m old enough to be held fully accountable under the law, yet they all still insist on treating me like some delicate little princess who needs saving.
Screw
