The hours drip on like molasses, slow and torturous as we wait for night to fall again. The other sirens are getting anxious, ready for the hunt and ready to taste the sweet delicacy of vampire energy.
We’re watching from the windows as the sun turns golden-orange in the late evening, ready to sink below the horizon.
Persephone is sitting beside me, her brow furrowed in its usual angry expression. I look at her out of the corner of my eye, and I’m reminded of the carefree girl she used to be. What have I turned her into?
“Persephone,” I say quietly, “I just wanted to say I’m sorry… for everything.”
She slowly turns away from the window to look at me, raising an eyebrow curiously. But she doesn’t answer.
“I’m the reason you were cursed in the first place,” I continue, taking a step tow
