*Eliza*
With each passing day, more of my memories returned. It was like a fog was slowly lifting from my mind, and I knew that everything I felt toward Jared was wrong.
He never kept me as a slave or a breeder. We’d been powerfully, passionately in love, and this was one more thing we were going to overcome.
“Here’s your breakfast.” My mom set a plate of eggs and bacon down on the table in front of me.
Scarlett sat across from me, drinking coffee. I sighed heavily and looked longingly at the beverage.
“Have you considered drinking decaf?” Scarlett smirked and set her steaming mug down on the table.
“It doesn’t taste the same.” I wrinkled my nose.
“Eat, girls. Your food is getting cold.” My mom clapped her hands and left us in the kitchen.
I grabbed my fork but I wasn’t all that hungry. I kept thinking of Jared and how my real memories were becoming clearer.
If the changes Hestia made to my mind were finally clearing up, that must have meant that she was defeated.