Eighty-five:
Lady Zoe
“Zoe!” I heard my mother’s voice calling me from my room. “Lotte! Boys!” Since the attack on Fiona, we’d been kept home.
I’d been in my room with Lotte, the two of us had been working on our homework. “What do you think she’s so excited about?” I asked, looking up from the history paper that I’d been writing on my bed.
Lotte shook her head. “Who knows? Maybe Hades has called off your engagement.”
I smirked. “One could hope. No, she’d be crying if it were that. She sounds suspiciously happy.”
Lotte laughed. “I guess we’d better go and see what it is.”
The two of us got up from my room. When we went down the stairs, I stopped, and stared. “No….” Lotte placed a hand on my shoulder.
