Vincent’s POV

“Athena,” I choose to start there, at least that history is the most savory one.

Penelope nods, her foot still drumming into the ground, shoulders tense and tight.

Damn it.

My chest feels tight. That’s strange. I’ve never felt this way before.

Am I nervous right now?

“Go on,” she snaps, her voice sharp and cutting.

Oh shit.

I am nervous. I feel like I’m being interrogated for a crime. She’s scary as hell.

Clearing my throat, I shift my weight from foot to foot. Across the window just behind me, the gremlin’s party is still going full bash. I turn to it, spotting Athena and Mordecai with...