Perhaps it was too sudden, or perhaps I made a mistake, but there is no point in looking back now. I told Zephyrus if he wanted to meet my family on a whim, and he accepted.
Now that we were standing right outside the packhouse, he looked as white as a ghost, his jaw tight and his hands curled into fists at his sides.
If he weren't a demigod, I'm sure he would have fainted already because of how nervous he is.
“Relax,” I murmured, nudging his shoulder lightly. “It’s just my family… mostly. They won’t eat you… probably.”
He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Probably. That’s comforting.”
"As long as our mom doesn't tell on him..."
"Mom and Dad share their power, and even though Mom can control what Dad can hear, when she gets emotional, she leaks information," I reminded Thethys.
