บท 285: Chapter 65 : This Is It

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, distracted. Now there was no way to ignore the truth, whatever that may be.