TRIGGER WARNINGS: ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT,

CONTENT WARNINGS: IMPLIED/REFERENCE SEXUAL CONTENT... IMPLIED/REFERENCE MURDER


Ariadnê snarled as she rushed back through the kingdom. The citizens gave her concerned looks as she made her way to the private training grounds.

A scream caught her attention and she turned towards the sound. "HELP!" She took off running.

The first thing she caught sight of was the emblem of Athens.

The second thing she caught sight of was the girl no older than twelve cowering away from the man that stood over her.

Her mind went blank, images flashing through her head of being in a similar position with Gamy Gabe. The only luck she managed to gain was that the man never crossed the line except for staring creepily and "accidental" brushes on her.

The ground began to rumble under her feet and she was lashing out before she could even think.

Blood squirted onto her face as her dagger swiped across skin. Her fingers dug into the eye sockets, yanking fiercely at the eyeballs wrapping around them as they yanked outwards. Her dagger pierced his chest deeply before she yanked it out, gore flying through the air. Her other hand wrapped around a lung, heating it to a boiling temperature and filling it burst within her hand.

She was still shaking with rage when Katie appeared at her side. The elder girl carefully pulled her away from the body, grimacing before wrapping the corpse in a bundle of petals. The child that he had been assaulting was long gone.

Katie pulled her through the back streets of the kingdom until they came upon the back of the palace. With quick hands, she placed her within a tub, washing the blood and grime off her.

And she only opened her arms when Ariadnê turned into her embrace and began to cry.

Nico and Percy appeared at their sides, wrapping the two girls into their arms. The three of them held her close until she had no tears left to cry.

It was admirable and concerning to see how quickly she hid away her vulnerability, expression smoothing over into a familiar unbothered mask. She rolled her shoulders back, stepping out their embrace but not moving too far from them.

"Well," she stated. "That was a shit show."

Nico nodded, empathetically, "It could have gone better." She smiled, amused, but it dropped off her face at Percy's words.

"You need to tell them the truth," he said. She scowled, bitterness clinging to her words, "Now it's tell them the truth. What happened to 'letting her realize that Apóllōn will never love her the way she wants'? What happened to 'She needs to face that heartbreak'? What you all thought I didn't know?"

The three of them flinched. They hadn't agreed with Annabeth and Luke's words, but they didn't necessarily disagree either.

Percy shook his head, "I never agreed with that, Ari. You know all I want is for you to be happy!"

She bit back the scathing remark that she wanted to say. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her anger away, "And you think that telling them will make me happy? What? I'm just supposed to tell them everything, and we'd skip off into the sunset. That everything from the past few weeks never happened. That I didn't have to deal with the love of my life choosing one of my best friends over me in my face and that said best friend is also in love with me?"

"You know he likes you," Katie gaped. Ariadnê scowled, "Beckendorf mentioned once, but I realized it just then. A lot of things started to make sense!"

"He was never subtle," Percy muttered and her eyes widened, "Are you telling me that you, the most oblivious person to ever walk the face of earth, noticed before I did?"

"I'm not that oblivious!"

"You didn't know Annabeth and Rachel liked you until they kissed you," she argued. "And it still took you a year to realize that Annabeth wanted to be your girlfriend!"

Nico snorted, "You didn't know I had a crush on you until I sat down and told you."

Percy turned to the younger boy, "I thought you hated me!"

The king of ghosts shrugged, "You were partially the symbol of my trauma for losing Bianca alongside a hefty dose of internal homophobia. I had a lot to deal with."

Ariadnê remembered that. She had never felt more like a therapist and older sister than at that moment. She had done a lot of threatening to get him to understand that if anyone gave him any shit for his sexuality, then she would kill them and go to the Underworld to kill them again.

(She then dragged him to the Elysium to speak with Lee and a few other kids of Cabin Seven in the Underworld where they sat for hours debating over the christian bible about things stolen from pagan religions and those that were set to attack pagans in general.)

(It carried over when they made it to this time period, but she managed to nip that in the bud before it could spread once more. She was very big on self-love even if it was something that she, herself, struggled with.)

Ariadnê scowled, "All of that and it's still not to mention the prophecy that Rachel left us with or those ominous words that came through the wind? Oh, and what about that shit they were saying? You want me to tell them the truth when according to them, 'I wasn't meant to be and I don't belong here'!"

Katie took the risk, stepping into her space. She placed her hands onto the younger's cheeks, forcing her to face her. She gave the girl a soft smile, not minding the rage brewing in the back of her eyes. "You are. You're one of us. You're the heart of our group just like Percy is the soul."

Nico nodded, ignoring the pain within that sprouted from being so close to one another. It was rare their parents got along way better than they did in the future-past. Now, the pain felt more like an annoyance than anything else. "You are the light of our lives. The sun on our rainy days. You belong here with us."

"There is no other place you belong than with us," Percy declared. He placed a kiss onto her forehead, "If you're not meant to be, then neither am I."

He gave a little laugh as he wrapped her in a hug, "What's one without the other? We were born together, so we will be friends forever."

Ariadnê ducked her head to hide her smile, "Twins. Dad's way of saying 'buy one; get one free'." She tilted her head up to look at Nico grasping his hands on her face, "Cousin to cousin..."

"We'll always be," he continued with his own smile. Katie cupped both of their cheeks, "Special friends..."

"From the same family tree," Ariadnê finished. Percy pouted playfully, "How come we don't have a cute family jingle?"

Nico snorted, "I'm just now claiming you as my cousin. Don't ruin it." Katie laughed lightly, "We can think of one later."

Smiling smugly, Ariadnê mocked her brother, "I told you I was the favorite."

"I beg to differ," a fifth voice stated. The quartet broke apart looking upwards to see Hermês floating above them. "I'm everyone's favorite."

Smiling softly, Ariadnê said, "You definitely are mine."

The god winked as he asked her, "In the mood to race?"

Looking at her companions, they placed kisses on her cheeks before stepping away. "Think of what we said, okay." Percy told her before leaving to look for Annabeth. Nico had already faded away to head back to the castle. He had some reports to finish. Katie gave her another smile before heading off to Sweet Sitos.

Ariadnê floated upwards to fly alongside the god on a surfboard made of water. "Ready when you are."


"Tell me about Ariadnê," was the first thing Apóllōn said after dragging Connor to some restaurant that had appeared in Charlopolis. Connor wondered how he had never heard of it, but remembered that they had made it clear that the area was for deities only. They didn't even visit the area except for Ariadnê who stayed at the gates, bouncing excitedly on her toes as she waited to ambush his Father whenever the god appeared.

Connor turned the god as they sat at the table. "What do you want to know?"

Apóllōn smiled softly, "What made you fall in love with her?" The demigod could feel his cheeks warming, though a spark of worry overcame him. He knew what the god was capable of when he was jealous. The god laughed, a musical sound. "I am not jealous," he assured. "As painful as it may be, Ariadnê holds no affection for you as a lover. And the fact that she is needlessly chasing after my affection means that I have no worry of hm, competition in regards to your heart."

Connor flinched at that. He twirled the glass of the juice in his hand as he thought about what to say. "I met Ariadnê when we were twelve. She was distrustful and looked at everyone as if they were an enemy. The only person she cared for was Percy."

He thought about the two kids that he, Travis, and Annabeth helped Kheirôn drag into the Big House alongside Grover. "Luke had taken the two under his wing, trying to make sure that they were comfortable. As a result, the twins spent a lot of time with my brothers and I as Luke was the swords trainer."

He remembered the way Ariadnê had smiled when Percy disarmed Luke and the way she easily swept him off his feet after he disarmed her and she used his sword on him.

"She was like being bathed in sunlight," he admitted, thinking of the sparkle in her eyes whenever she laughed. "Clarisse and Silena, the spirit that owns Deadly Fashion and Starfish, were her friends alongside Silena's half-sister Drew. She never wanted to be a part of the status quo. She always wanted to stand out but-"

He could easily see the way her lips parted whenever someone came to her for advice. "She never really liked the attention. She had been so used to staying in the background, but she shone too brightly. She was passionate and loving. She was never mean, well she wasn't mean to those that held her favor."

The familiar sound of her laughter rang out above him. Connor looked towards the sky to see that she was chasing after his Father in a race. "She was a walking contradiction. She was twisted, but she was an addiction with no cure."

"You speak of her fondly," the god stated. Connor smiled lightly, eyes following her fading form. "I've loved her since we were thirteen. She was like everything that was right in a world filled with wrongs." He sighed happily before a frown appeared. "Earlier, you told her that she didn't belong, and maybe you're right. She was always something different from us as if she weren't really real in the same way that we are. But that just made me drawn to her even more."

"She does not feel the same way," Apóllōn stated bluntly.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah. I think I'm starting to understand that."

"She chases after me," the god began. "Why? From your words, I would assume other people loved her also."

Connor laughed, bitterly. "That's true. Drew and I were always competing with each other for her attention just for it not to matter as she was more focused on you and Father. There was basically a cult worshiping her and Percy. She had people willing to stop in the middle of their training if she was going for a swim. But she didn't really care for that. Her mind was more focused on beating battles and surviving. She thought she and Percy were going to die when they turned sixteen and she- she didn't want to get in a relationship just for them to grieve for her at the same time."

"That's mature of her," the god blinked. He thought she was more like an annoying little bug that had its moments of interest.

Connor shrugged, "It's Ariadnê. I'm pretty sure she had her and Percy's will written out by the time they were thirteen."

"What's a will?"

Connor froze. It was a little unnerving to know more than the god of knowledge. And from the expression on the god's face, it was clear that he didn't enjoy not knowing something. He got comfortable and with a mischievous smile, he began to talk.


Hours had passed as the two raced well into the night.

It was clear to her that Hermês let her win once or twice before she began to tire out. It was nice. It was almost normal. She could close her eyes and pretend that she was in the correct timeline.

But she wasn't.

She sighed as she leaned back against the tree that made part of the barrier to Gleeson's Grove. From this distance, she could sense Aphrodítē and Árēs dining at Silena's Eatery, probably regaling each other with tales of war. She could see Katie within her fruit fields, carrying around a basket of apples. Her brother was swimming alongside the naiads as Annabeth teasingly threw berries for him to catch in his mouth.

She couldn't see the others.

And well-

Ariadnê tried not to think about where Apóllōn was.

She looked at the river watching her brother's tail flip through the water. It was time for her to be happy. She stood to her feet, holding her hand out to Hermês. "Walk with me, milord?"

He gave her a curious look that changed into one of wonder as she pulled him through the treeline of Gleeson's Grove. He spun in a slow circle, taking in the new area that he had never borne witness to despite his frequent flights over the forest.

Yet it seemed to be a home for the demigods.

It just seemed so them. The eccentric things that made them stand out amongst the rest of the world like strange styles of clothing and the strange way that they ate food. There was a hell-pup and a pegasus foal curled around each other in one corner resting.

She smiled at his intrigue, leading him through the cave. What he came to realize was their names written in unfamiliar symbols were woven into the curtains that acted as doorways to the rooms. It was only Perseús, Ariadnê, and Thalia whose names were in familiar greek writing.

He watched as she stopped in front of the one that was said to be hers before she took a deep breath. She pushed open the curtain.

The first thing that he saw was the portrait of her and a form of himself that he had not yet used. He knew deep within his divinity that the scene had come to pass yet didn't at the same time. The expression on their faces was familiar as he was sure the two wore friendly expressions all the time but- he could also see that underneath, there was a sort of hunger in their eyes.

It took more effort than he cared to admit as he looked around the room, absently taking note of the portrait with her and- was that Apóllōn? There were looks of love and wonder on both of their faces.

(It was no wonder that she was so ensnared by his brother if that was an image she looked at.)

He looked at her in question.

She sat down on her bed, fiddling with her bracelet and not making eye contact with him. "There is so much that I want to tell you. I just- I do not know where to start."

"The beginning would be a good start," he said dryly. A familiar expression of frustration and amusement appeared on her face, "Aphrodítē tended to entice desire between a man and woman that love each other very much-"

The god laughed, amusement sparkling in both their eyes. "You know that is not what I mean, Little Pearl." He sat down beside her, letting her lean into his embrace. "Still, take your time. We are deathless. We have all the time in the world."

Ariadnê laughed lightly. She should tell him the truth, but she wanted to be selfish a little longer. She had an abundance of memories with him that she was not quite ready to share nor was she ready to tell the tale of her and Apóllōn just yet.

She missed the time when her only problems were making sure that Percy lived long enough to defeat their Grandfather.

The preference of dying nearly every day (by enemies that were probably informed of her by Silena) until the final battle against the King of Titans rather than messing with the timestream should not be a comforting thought.

Though, the aforementioned King was partially the reason that she was doing this.

Mmcht. What a sore loser.

Hermês tucked a piece of her hair behind her hair before using his finger to turn her face to his own. Her breath caught in her throat, a strong sense of deja vu washing over her. She remembered the first time she had been this close to Hermês: her emotions had been running wild and she was thoroughly convinced that she was going to die in less than two years. He had taken in her virginity in a haze of pleasure and one that she held dear to her heart as she trusted no one more than he.

She closed her eyes, forcing the guilt that she felt away.

Logically, she knew that she had no reason to feel guilty. She had not known that Connor was in love with her, and she had no obligation to push away her feelings and desires due to him. Still, she was slightly uncomfortable knowing of his affections.

"You seem to be thinking very hard," Hermês mumbled as he pulled her into his lap. She rested her head on his chest. (She swallowed back her remark about something else that was hard.)

She hummed, "There is a lot on my mind." The god tightened his hold around her, "Is there anything interesting?"

She smiled as the conversation was almost word for word from that fateful night. The main difference was they were not within his most private temple nor was she dressed within the pajamas that he favored. There was no romantic comedy film playing in the background as they tried to beat each other out in mythomagic.

It was just him and her.

"I told you once," she started. "That we knew each other in a past life."

Hermês hummed.

"That is true," she told him. "We're from the future."

"What," he laughed.

She pulled back from his embrace to look him in the eyes. "My name is Ariadnê Khryseê Jackson. I am the twin sister of Perseus Oxus Jackson. We are the fraternal twins of Poseidón Pelagaios and a mortal woman named Sally Jackson. Three millennia from now, you all would realize that they are even more mortals on the earth instead of just centered here in Ellada. Three millennia from now, the King of Titans pulls his essence together within the pit and rises to take revenge on the gods. He was nearly unbeatable, but he took on a mortal vessel and as such he was defeated once more. Before his essence could be destroyed and spread through the aither, he placed a curse upon Percy and I. Condemning us to a life without peace just as we reached it. The Moirai under the command of Anankê and Khronos pulled the twelve of us back through the strings of time to now."

"That is a tall tale," Hermês stated as she finished. She could see in his eyes that he believed her even when he did not want to. She replied softly, "Tell me, O rogue, deceiver, crafty in heart . . . you are the mind walker. What do you see?"

"Why have they sent you back," he replied with a strain in his voice. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Apparently, the future would have gone to further shit if we had stayed," Ariadnê shrugged, eyeing him in concern. "You cannot speak of this to the other gods except for only Lady Hestia, Father, and Lord Háidēs. I told you this as I need a distraction of the thoughts plaguing my mind, sparring with Percy and Clarisse would only take me so far."

She watched as the god hummed, tapping his chin playfully and phishing the worries to the back of his mind. "A distraction you say?"

A smile bloomed onto his face in which she mimicked. She leaned closer into his embrace, "I'm getting tired thinking of all this." Her voice trickling sweeter than honey and honeycomb, winning Peithô sat ever upon her lips and enchanted the clever wits of men whom nothing else could charm.

Hermês laughed softly, "Oh, Little Pearl." His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer into his embrace as he turned them over. She leaned closer, lips a hairbreadth from his: "I'll rather think about something else," she purred as he laid her flat against the sheets.


Ariadnê searched for Connor as it was time that they had a conversation.

She should probably wait to speak with him after the pleasant ache left her body, but she feared that the longer that it was pushed to the side then the worse it may become.

She marched over the entire kingdom for him. When that did not provide any results, she jumped to the top of a water board and flew around.

Her eyes narrowed when she caught sight of him within Thalia's archery fields (affectionately and ironically named: Gracefully Flew).

He wasn't alone.

A growl built in her throat at the way Apollôn had himself wrapped around Connor. She nearly bit her tongue off, swallowing down her jealousy. She didn't know who she wanted to snatch away: Connor to protect him from the god's advances or Apóllōn because he was hers (as much as god could belong to a mortal anyhow).

This version wasn't her Apóllōn though.

But he had the potential to be.

Ariadnê shook her head as she came down for a landing, calling out, "Connor." They turned towards her, the demigod in shock and the god uncaring. "Can we talk for a moment?"

She did her best to keep her pity and regret from showing. "It won't take long," she said. "You'd be able to-" keep stealing the love of my life "-come back to this quickly."

Connor gave her a small nod, turning to give Apóllōn an apologetic smile. That was a good thing as he missed the mocking smile she gave the god also.

Apóllōn smiled in amusement at her, brushing Connor's curls away from his face. The boy's eyes fluttered shut so he missed the way that the god never looked away from the girl as he pressed a kiss to Connor's forehead.

Her eyes flashed with a promise of pain before she buried it away with a scoff. Her jealousy wafted through the air, and it was beautiful.

(Oh, if Hermês of the future-past could see them now.)

Ariadnê said nothing as Connor turned back towards her. She turned away sharply, nearly shaking the earth with her anger as she led them to the palace. The spirits and skeletons moved out of their way quickly at the rage she struggled to hide away. Silena, Luke, and Beckendorf gave them concerned glances as she led him through the guests' wings.

(She had hidden within the halls for over three days after the fifth gift that Apollôn had sent.)

Connor kept quiet as she led him up to the roof through a secret pathway that Annabeth had included into the plans. From the vantage point in which they sat, they were able to see the pegasi fields and the back of Fletcher's Healing Center and Pharmacy.

The two of them were silent as she gathered her thoughts. For a moment, Connor could pretend that the two of them were sitting on Half-Blood Hill. Peleus would be curled into her lap like an oversize puppy as the two of them overlooked the strawberry fields.

He could see the differences though. Instead of her infamous dual-buns atop of her head in which she had started to hide small weapons, her hair was flowing freely down her back as it blew softly in the wind. It was longer and much wavier than he ever thought it to be.

Connor could watch her for hours. The setting sun in the sky made the blue hue in her eyes sparkle like jewels as it embraced her skin making it more bronze in color. Her smile was filled with melancholy as she stared unseeing.

For just that moment, he could pretend it was just him and her. He could pretend that he did not feel the eyes of the gods on them. It was almost magical as he reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She grasped his hand, pressing a small kiss into his palm before letting it fall back to his side.

"What did you want to talk about," he finally asked.

She startled, blurting out: "I don't love you."

They both winced.

She turned to look at him, eyes alight with pain. Why was she hurting? She wasn't the one getting rejected. "Connor, I have only seen you as a brother. I can't love you the way that you want me to."

He turned away from her. He didn't want to have this conversation even if he knew that it was needed. Even if the conversation was something that he had needed since he was thirteen years old. "Why are you telling me this?"

He couldn't see it, but he could feel the sadness that she looked at him. "I don't want you to keep letting me hold you back." She reached for his hand and he snatched it away. The air between them became tense.

Connor chanced a glance at her to see that she was staring blankly at their hands. She looked up, hurt in her eyes before turning away. "You should accept the courtship from Apóllōn." And it sounded as if it physically pained her to say that.

"Why?"

She was quiet for another moment. "Percy wants me to be happy, but I have never been happy when one of my loved ones was hurting." She took a deep breath, letting it out just as slow. "You can have anyone that you want. I know you can. I know you hear all the people that giggled about you and ogle after you."

Anger burned under his skin at her words. He was the one to take a deep breath as whenever he got too angry, he ended up transporting into the realm of dreams and needing the assistance of a child of Hypnos to guide him back.

"I don't want anyone else," he told her. "It's been you and only you for me. I've loved you since we were thirteen, Ariadnê. I have never wanted anyone but you."

She froze.

Her eyes slipped closed, heartache on her tongue. "And Apóllōn wants you."

"Is this what this is about," he demanded, tears in his eyes. He was yelling now as he desperately tried to hold onto the fantasy that he knew that he would have to wake up from. (Not like this. Please not like this.)

She turned to him, eyes blazing. And when did he stand up? "You think I want this as a choice? I would kill to be the one that had his affections. I would die for his love. You think I want to accept that he chose you?" She barked out a laugh filled with bitterness and anger and pain. "If I had to choose between your love or his, I would easily throw you into the deepest pit of Tartarus for him. There is no other lover that can compare to him!"

"You wouldn't even give me a chance!"

"I don't owe you shit," she yelled.

Neither of them noticed the footsteps sounding behind them. Her eyes brimmed with tears, her voice soft: "I don't owe you anything, Connor." She moved closer to him. "I'm sorry," her expression was pleading as he allowed his own tears to fall. "If I had known sooner, this wouldn't hurt so much. I hate that I'm the one causing you pain, but I don't love you. Not the way that you want me to."

"You won't know that unless you try."

"Be honest with yourself for a change," she snapped. "You need to allow yourself to feel."

Her group of friends all flinched back as they could all recall saying that same sentence to her whenever she got too deep in her head about the war. She paid them no mind as she glared daggers at him. "You don't love me! You worship me! You love this image that you've built inside of your mind. You're putting me on a pedestal I never fucking asked to be on."

They were breathing heavily and Connor had never hurt this badly. He loved Ariadnê. He did. She was one of his best friends. He remembered how gentle she had kissed him all those years ago. He remembered the self-assured smile that covered the flush on her cheeks as she told him that it wasn't bad for her first kiss. He remembered the two of them holding each other close in their embraces as they trained together, and correcting the forms of the other.

He loved her. He did. He had competed relentlessly with Drew who behaved as if it were Ariadnê in which the milky way had formed. He remembered the teasing that Lee gave him as he glared at the older for the sheer way that Ariadnê looked at him as if he were the god of light and not his Father. He remembered holding her close as she screamed when she came across Lee's body, burned and bleeding from stab wounds. He remembered how she cried into his arms when word spread about Silena's betrayal.

He loved her.

He did.

Didn't he?

She was so strong and beautiful. She never let anything tear her down. She radiated confidence and she trusted him. She allowed him to see her vulnerable side.

"I'm not perfect," Ariadnê stated, bringing his attention back to her. Percy had made his way to her side, looking between them both sadly. "I don't want to be." She looked around at all of them as if just seeing them for the first time. "All of you except Mercury and sometimes Sunshine see me as nothing more than an extension of Percy. Yes, 'Risse, even you."

Clarisse closed her mouth, a troubled frown on her face.

"All I am to you all is his stunt double and extra in a movie starring Percy." Her brother looked at her sadly, but she ignored that. "You look at Percy, and you see someone strong and capable. You see him and you see a leader."

Ariadnê thought it made sense. She heard it commented by Ôkeanos and Amphitrítē in the future-past how while she may look like Rheia... she had the eyes of Krónos whereas Percy had the face of Krónos and the eyes of Rheia. The perfect mixture of their grandparents.

"But when you look at me, you expect to see the exact same thing. And when I didn't live up to his image, you tried to force me into the same mold."

She laughed a little bitterly. "Funny how the only two people that saw me for being me are both dead. Luke and Lee. One tried to murder me and the other gave his life for me."

She swiped her hands against her face, ridding herself of tears as she looked Connor in the eye once more. "Let me be human, Connor. Let me be myself."

He shook his head, stepping closer to her. He loved her for her. He loved her. "Ariadnê, I-"

"This isn't good for either of us, Connor. I can't love you the way you want me to," Ariadnê gaze at him sadly. "I want to be your friend, Connor. Not your goddess. Connor, please. Let me go."

"I-I can't," he cried. "I've tried so hard. I love you."

"You have to," she said firmly and absolutely. "Accept the courtship from Apóllōn."

"I can't."

"You can. You can because you're Connor Stoll, and there is nothing you cannot do if you don't put your mind to it."

His vision blurred with tears as he shook his head. He could feel Travis and Chris holding onto him as all he wanted to do was sink to the ground and beg her to change her mind. He loved her for so long that he didn't know what life was like without loving her.

He was in love with her.

Hands cradled his face, and there was a warm press of lips that captured his own. A pair that he had never forgotten the feel to.

Absently, he could feel the gods watching them recoil in shock, but the thought was quickly blocked from his mind as he kissed her back. He poured his everything into the kiss. The desperation that he felt to keep her at his side, the regret of not saying anything sooner, the pain of knowing that this was the end, and his all-encompassing love that he held for her.

As the two of them kissed, it was as if ever-ageing Time waited on them.

She was the one to pull away first, clutching her brother's hand as she stepped away.

"It's time to let go now," she stated, her crystal blue eyes sparkling in sympathy.

Before he could say anything, she dissolved into mist and vapor traveled away.

And Connor...

He let her go.


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