Chapter Thirteen, 166 pp

I was proud of who I was, and I had as much right to be alive as Perseus did. They’d all tested me; they’d all tried to see if I would break. But I was tired of men and gods and goddesses dictating the ebb and flow of my happiness, my state of mind.
I’d trusted Perseus. I had thought he was my one true hope. But it turned out my one true hope was me.