A Bitter Homecoming

(Zan’s POV)

The ride from the palace was too quiet.

My hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles paled from pressure, but it did nothing to stop the thoughts circling in my head.

Thalia never came to see me... Not once. Not even when we were imprisoned for more than a day in the prison.

I blinked hard against the memory of cold stone floors and the air that grew longer with each hour of silence. T