“You gave him yourpermission,” I spat as I stormed inside.
Penelope’s chest swelled as she drew in a long breath. “I assume you are speaking of Eumaeus’s marriage proposal.”
“Of course I am.”
“Then I suppose congratulations are in order.”
“Don’t give me that.”
Penelope stiffened beneath my tone. “You’re upset. Tell me why.”
“No.Youtellmewhy you gave him your permission.”
“I told Eumaeus he had my permission to ask, but it would ultimately be your decision.”
“And you said he was the ‘right person’ for me.”
“I’m not sure if those were my exact words, but I said something to that effect. Yes.”
Her calmness only fed the rage burning inside me. “And you really believe that?”
She stared at me for a long moment, and I saw something flicker behind that mask she wore too well, a glimpse of the emotions she would never spill. Not even for me.
“I think you should consider his offer,” she said evenly. “Eumaeus is a good man, and he will—”
“That’s not what I’m asking.” I pushed closer. “Do you truly believe thatheis the right person for me?”
“I think he is a good match.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Her throat bobbed as she glanced away. “Melantho, I know it has been a difficult few days for you. The news of your mother has—”
“Don’t,” I snarled. “Don’t you dare use her as a defense.”
Penelope’s eyes struck against mine, though her voice remained steady as she said, “I thought this was what you wanted.”
“You know it’s not.” I stepped closer again so our chests were almost touching. “And you know why it’s not.”
Penelope’s breathing hitched, a small fissure in that infuriating composure.
“I’m afraid I do not understand your meaning.”
Her words splintered inside me, and I turned on my heel, storming toward the door.
She chased me instantly. “Melantho, wait—”
“No. I’m done.”
“Done? With what?”
“With this.” I spun to face her, waving my hand between us. “With whatever this thing is that we keep pretending doesn’t exist.”
She recoiled as if I had struck her.
“We are friends.” She said it like a plea.
“Friends?” I laughed, the sound twisting bitterly in my throat. “Look me in the eyes and tell me what exists between us is simply friendship. Tell me you act the same with me as you do with Hippodamia or Autonoë or Thratta. Do you wish to kiss them also?”
