June

I call his name before I even realize I'm doing it.

"Hermes."

My voice comes out thin, shaking, nothing like me. My fingers are trembling against the edge of the table, my chest tight, my lungs barely working. I don't know why I look at him first—but I do.

And that's all it takes.

Hermes moves.

Ted reacts instantly, grabbing his arm. "Hermes—don't. Calm down. Think—"

But it's too late.

I see it in Hermes's eyes—the moment logic disappears. The moment something raw and feral ...