The weight of the bed shifted as he rolled out of it with the offensive object. Out of all the things that could have appeared to wake her up after months of denial of who she was, the dagger was what laid on her nightstand.
Who had even brought that to her? Was it one of those fucking Titans? Did they think this shit was a joke? Her heart hurt so much, she wasn't even sure if she was actually feeling it anymore.
Then there was Eros. She could see him now. She could see him and he was so beautiful. "Your mother was right," she said. "I don't deserve you." That had to be the reason it was the dagger and not like the golden fleece, or that stupid box Persephone had put sleeping powder in, or butterflies or something else. Anything else.