Chapter

Fifty nine

Asher

I stared up at the stone likeness of Persephone BlackHawke, the sadness in her eyes reminding me so much of Jackson. The roses twining around her legs, thorns on the stems but never breaking her skin, lent a sinister air to the family’s namesake. They resembled shackles more than the delicate flowers they were supposed to be.

Even still, the soft bubbling of water soothed my nerves as I sat with Maeve on the edge of the fountain. This was one of my favorite places at Beastville, especially now that Jackson and I were separated. But it wasn’t until after the ball I realized the necklace...