203. Athena
I turned sharply, my breath hitching at her words, but Marissa only smirked, pouring herself a glass of cold water from the fridge as if she hadn’t just dropped a bomb in my lap.
"Whose death did he cause?" I asked, my teeth grinding together.
My chest tightened, and judging by the satisfaction curling at the corners of her lips, my reaction only fueled her. I hated the fact that I let curiosity get the better of me.
She took a slow sip, swallowing deliberately before sauntering toward me. My muscles tensed as she reached out, her fingers brushing the collar of my dress, straightening it as if we were old friends.
"Oh, Athena," she murmured, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
I stiffened, my pulse pounding.
"Guess who killed his foster father?" She dragged out each word
