63. Athena
I gathered all the courage I had and turned to her, swallowing back the fear in my throat.
“What if… what if… what if his mate appears out of nowhere one day? I’m scared, Rave,” tears blurred my vision even as I said that, and I didn’t fight them.
Raven’s arms pulled me close, her hands warm on my back as she tapped gently, her steady heartbeat grounding me. I feared what would happen if that were to happen.
It was a possibility that I couldn't ignore.
“I’ve had enough pain for a lifetime,” I murmured, stepping back to take in the familiar room.
Everything here felt like a dream, soft and too fragile. I turned to Raven, my voice small but raw.
“And all of this—” I gestured around us at all the grandeur, “—it’s like I’m living in some fantasy. I’m scared I’ll wake up on
