“Hades, did you adopt me?” Her voice was all squeaky and shrill, and Seph winced, covering her ears. I gave an uncomfortable shrug. “Figured it doesn’t really change anything; you already spend every weekend at our house. But it will keep you safe if anyone ever wonders what happened to little Diana Manson.” Tears were rolling down Diana’s face now, and she clutched the paper to her chest. “This changes everything.” “Oh my god, Little A,” Seph snickered. “Be more dramatic.” Diana snapped a glare at Seph. “Fuck you.”
