Elena's POV
"Are you ready, Elena?" Leo asked as we pushed through the overgrown bushes.
It was D-day and almost midnight.
"Yes," I answered half-heartedly as I followed him.
Leo took me down to the meadow the day before.
I was excited to see where Leo descended, and I had a list of questions I wanted to ask.
The meadow was even more breathtaking than he said—even more magical. Yet, my excitement died out when I started to ask my question.
Leo refused to tell me if it would hurt when I descended, and
I let out an irritated and uncertain breath, feeling sad, frustrated, and angry at the same time.
Leo couldn't give me a clear answer about what would happen to me as a person.
Would I disappear into Scylla’s mind? Will I only be a thought? Will I transform into the monster I dream
