Penelope’s POV:

And the line goes dead.

I get into the car and take a few minutes to calm my racing heart. I’ll have to tell Sera about this. Hopefully she can track the person down.

I don’t like this. A strange person sends me a picture, and my mother lies to me about it. Now they’re saying I’m blind?

What the actual hell?

“Miss Verdant,” Athena’s steady voice is like a much needed anchor. She’s in the drivers seat, her head turned over her shoulder as she watches me. “Is everything alright?”

“I think I’m being watched, possibly followed too.” I say, guilt creeping into my tone. “I’m sorry...