148. Athena
I was tired.
I was exhausted.
I just wanted all this to end.
I wanted some peace and quiet. Maybe just one day of peace and quiet.
Not wanting to break again, I forced myself to stand tall, my heart hammering in my chest. Slowly, I turned my head to Lorenzo, who stood stiffly beside me. My eyes locked onto his, searching, demanding answers. But the moment our gazes met, he turned away.
He was avoiding me.
Wait—what?
My breath hitched, my throat tightening. “W-who is this woman, Lorenzo?” My voice cracked, the lump in my throat nearly choking me and it didn't come as fierce as I wanted it to.
"I already told—"
"I am not talking to you, miss!" My voice came out as a growl, sharp and venomous.
My eyes, as green as the thickest forest, burned with a fire I could bare
