68. Athena
“Athena!” Raven’s voice echoed behind me, but I couldn’t stop.
My legs moved faster and faster, driven by the storm raging in my chest. Her footsteps faded, but I didn’t turn around. The urge to escape, to be alone, overwhelmed me.
I wanted to get as far away as I could from that place.
Tears spilled over, warm and relentless, blurring my vision as I rushed toward the sanctuary of my room. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice and my breaths came in shallow gasps. I hated this—hated the heaviness in my chest, the tight grip around my throat. I hated how easily I let my emotions rule me.
But most of all, I hated him.
No, that wasn’t true. I didn't hate him and I never could. Maybe that made me a fool.
I hated how much power Lorenzo’s words held over me, how h
