June

"You cannot quit," Hermes says, his hands hovering in the air like he wants to reach for me but can’t. "I won’t allow it. I told you I’ll fix this."

I let out a shaky breath before I can stop myself. "I don’t think you can fix anything," I blurt.

His eyes widen, shock written all over his face — and that’s when I realize how loud I’d gotten. A few heads have turned. I can feel their stares, heavy and nosy, like knives on my skin. Perfect. Just what I needed — a scene in ...