ELENA’s POV
I woke up from another nightmare. My whole body ached; I couldn’t seem to shake off the Zeus incident. Stretching, I ran to open the window. Don’t blame me, I’d missed it. The morning breeze hit my face, and I inhaled deeply. It felt like the first real breath in days.
Looking out, I saw Ethan plucking oranges. He peeled one with his bare hands and began eating it immediately, hungrily, as though he hadn’t eaten in days. Ethan? Eating oranges like that? He always said he didn’t like oranges. Something about the way he was devouring them made me pause. I needed to see him.
I checked myself in the mirror. I looked fine. My hair was a little messy, but nothing unusual. I leaned in, sniffed my breath, passable. Without thinking, I ran outside.
“Good morning, Ethan,” I greeted,
