If she knew the truth? The truth that Chione had died, that she was only now clawing her way back through fragmented memories...
Nyxavere would lose it.
She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't break.
She'd burn the sky.
She'd find out who was responsible. And they wouldn't survive long enough to beg.
Parker couldn't let that happen. Not yet. The world was still too soft. Olympus still too arrogant. And his daughter... she was still too unanchored and not ready to make an entry into the world. He swallowed hard and lowered himself slightly so they were eye level. His voice came soft, warm, careful—just the right mix of affection and distraction.
"You'll see her soon, Cuteball. But first, I want you to get used to this world. The people around me. Your powers, your body—you've been dormant for a long time. Things might feel… unstable."
She blinked up at him, lips slightly pouted. "So I don't blow things up again?"
