Chapter 35

• “Who – who did this to you!” He yelled while managing to still sound choked. “Your wrists – what – who the hell did this?”
• “Let go!” I tried to shake his hand off me but his grip was unrelenting. “Cassius, let go of me!”
• “No – I – why are these ugly scars on your hands? Where did they come from?” I did not like how shaken he looked as he held my hands without letting go. “Persephone, who – where did they come from!?” He shouted.