XENIA
On the third day after the incident, I finally managed to drag myself to school.
I was still weary and torn apart after everything that had happened. I mean, I was almost sexually assaulted by four guys—and not even humans, bloody werewolves whose s****l appetite would’ve broken me to bits. Thinking about what would’ve happened if Hades had arrived even a second later sent wicked chills down my spine, but I forced myself against dwelling on it.
The only reason I was returning back to school was because the one person I loved more than life itself was growing sick with worry and about to make a sacrifice that would hurt her in the long run.
Mom was starting to get really worried about my health—because I’d lied that I was unwell and that’s why I’d skipped school, and it was believ
