WILLA’S POV
““Willa, Circe’s t**s!” Sarina cried out, looking utterly pale as she barged into my room in the Alfiero family house.
“Language!” Mom and I immediately chided at the same time.
But when I noticed how Calisto looked quite shaken and pale in her arms, I immediately rushed to meet them halfway. Upon closer look, I realized how Sarina also looked like she had seen a ghost.
“What happened? Are the two of you okay?” I asked, my worry ringing loudly in my tone, as I got my son from Sarina.
“Yes. No. I don’t know. I…”
She cut off her answer with a groan, frustratedly tugging at the ends of her short hair.
“Slowly. Breathe, Sarina.”
She heaved a sigh and tried explaining again. “Yes, we’re okay in a sense that we weren’t physically harmed. But no, we’re also not okay. I just…”
