This is it. I’m about to fall back into that pit of despair again, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to claw my way back out of it this time. Do I fight her? Do I resist? I still have the letter, but it's hidden in my room. I don't know how long it will be until I find it again... and what if Bethea finds it first?
I start to turn my head to face her ever so slowly, holding on to every last second of sanity.
My eyes are traveling up her arm, over her porcelain-colored chest, up her neck and chin, and finally to her eyes.
Just as our gazes are about to meet, the heavy door to the throne room swings open.
“Bethea!” Screams a voice.
Thank god. They’re here.
But when our heads turn to the doorway, my relief is short-lived.
“Persephone?” hisses Bethea through gritted teeth, “What are you
