55. Athena
He looked at me for a while without saying anything and then clutched his head like he was fighting some kind of inner battle, his face drawn tight with pain.
“Lorenzo? A-are you alright? What's happening? Sh… should I bring you some water or…?”
“No, no! That’s not necessary. I'm okay,” his sharp tone cut me off, and I swallowed hard.
“I’m fine. Just been busy,” he added when he noticed me flinch but something in his eyes flickered—a tension he couldn’t quite hide.
Was he keeping something from me?
I was sure he was keeping something from me.
“Oh,” I bit my lower lip, and his eyes darkened at the small, nervous gesture.
“You know you have to stop doing that before I lose it, right? By the way, whatever you did there earlier was very great. Thank you,” his voice had dro
