All I wanted was Drake to myself.
And now I have him… and his seven-year-old cousin… and possibly depression. I guess that’s expected when you’re forced to pretend everything is normal when, in fact, nothing is normal at all. Even Drake and I playing at being happy university students is turning into a nightmare.
Our families are still behind bars, we’re running out of money, Drake is hiding something from me, and if I fail this midterm I might just lose it. Then Cecelia’s face shows up on the news and the Mythological Affairs Committee demands to speak with me.
The timing couldn’t be worse, but when we meet with the committee, bad timing is the least of our worries. Neither of us are prepared for something like this… or for what we’ll have to do to make it right.