Tender Cruelty (Dark Olympus #9)

Hera

“Everyone is looking for you.” It’s such a silly thing to say, but though I expected her to come here, I didn’t expect her to pop out of a stall like a damn magician.

“I know.” She’s wearing a pair of fitted jeans, a tank top, and a leather jacket. Circe moves to the sink next to me and leans forward to swipe her thumb under one eye. “I told you that I’d reach out when I was ready. I’m ready.”

It takes a single breath to get my head on straight—or as close to it as I can manage. She’s here, which means I have an opportunity to twist this situation to ensure my family remains safe. She wouldn’t seek me out if she didn’t want something. “I’m listening.”