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Trapped within Penelope is the spirit of Pandora. An irresistible woman bound to take over her mortal body and soul. Penelope tries to thwart her fate and that's when things get worse...
Residing...
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One child of Echnida,
The Sphinx killed anyone who couldn't solve her riddles.
Oedipus succeeded correctly,
and the Sphinx drowned herself in despair.
Never to be heard from again.
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I lifted my chin, trying to act confident but that wasn't entirely true. Liam made me nervous on some occasions. "When Zion and Pedro tended to Gwen, you had the opportunity to run. Why didn't you?"
His arms tightened around me for a fraction of a second. "If I leave, I'll bump into them in school, so what's the point?"
I stared intently at him, searching for truth in his eyes. Why do I feel that wasn't the entire reason? I pushed away from him and surprisingly, he let me. I stumbled back just as the door veered open.
Zion frowned the moment he saw us. "What's going on?"
"It's nothing," I replied curtly. Zion watched me, his expression seemed to ask if I was certain.
I nodded.
"Gwen appears to be in great shape," he said and leaned against the doorframe. "I guess it's time we discuss what the heck happened tonight."
"Good point," Liam said stiffly before striding around Zion and out the door.
Zion's brown eyes met mine. He gave a long glance at my nightgown. "Aunt Callida gave you this?"
I nodded. He sighed like he knew a joke Aunt Callida was trying to pull. I didn't bother about it though. Aunt Callida could be sending an indirect message to him.
Whatever that is.
"We are meeting in the living room," he said, stepping aside.
I nodded and walked through the door, following Liam's footsteps. I was so close to getting my answers before we were interrupted. But could we trust him?
