Troy
The landscape was totally changed from the lush greenery and long beaches we had been following for roughly a month. The shallows of the pass gave way to deeper water, allowing us to travel at a quicker speed, the engines working double-time as we sped forward into the unknown with the compass pointing straight ahead.
It was a week before Maeve’s birthday. She had been moodier than usual as we neared it, knowing what it meant.
She would finally come into her powers. She would feel that I was her mate.
Or she wouldn’t do either.
And as I watched her pacing across the deck of Persephone, her hair pulled up in a heavy, tangled heap of a bun on top of her head, and I wondered if she even wanted to come into her powers. Not knowing whether or not she was cursed had kept her stable, di
