The silence that followed after Castor's statement was heavy, thick with possibility.
Penelope finally broke it, reflecting back to their earlier discussion. "So I shouldn't tell him anything at all?" she asked, seeking affirmation.. and a little bit of hope.
Castor's shoulders lifted in a slight shrug. "It's your choice. I can't stop you. But if you do... be prepared for the consequences."
Penelope let out a short laugh, though it lacked humor. "You're trying to scare me, aren't you? Telling me it's my choice, but slipping warnings into every sentence so I'll hesitate. That's clever, old man. I'll give you that."
Castor's lips twitched into the faintest smile. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I'm simply speaking from experience." His voice deepened. "But know this... the universe will always balance what is tipped. And if you force her hand, she will demand a sacrifice. Something... or someone."
Penelope froze, her breath catching. "You mean like Cara?" she whispered.
