I close the door behind us, and suddenly the gravity of what’s happening hits me like a ton of bricks. Ladon is here. In my room. And we’re alone.
And now he’s standing by the bed… staring at me.
How am I supposed to resist this strange feeling I have toward him when he looks at me like that?
I catch myself staring back at him and have to force myself to turn away. I clear my throat... just a little too forcefully. “You’re welcome to rest on the bed if you want,” I say, “We’ll leave after sunset I guess.”
“We should probably leave before that,” he chuckles.
His laugh sends a tingle of excitement down my spine. “Why?” I ask.
“It happens at sunset,” he answers, “The transformation.”
My eyebrows shoot up in shock. “Every night?” I ask.
“Every night since I was cursed as a child,” He
