“Junpier.” I growled at the name. “Sorry, Hazel, right?”
I stared at the stranger before me. He wasn’t obscured by fog or clouds or anything now. Just a tall man with golden curls and a body from the Moon God himself and sky-blue eyes that were locked on my own. I couldn’t look at him without turning beet red. “Tydeus?”
He nodded. “Yes, I’m finding my way to you, but we need to talk. It’s about Angel.” His eyes had darkened but his smile remained, though a very strained one. “I’m not angry at you, Hazel. I think I already know what happened, and we’ll get to that in a moment. Is there a way that I can talk to Ivy?”
I shook my head. “I can’t let her out again.” I clutched my stomach at just the thought. “Please, don’t make me. I can’t lose myself again.”
He stepped close to me his arms
