119. Athena
By the time I finally stepped out of the room, the clock hands cruelly pointed to 6:45. Quarter to seven. I was late. Again.
"You are late, Athena," Raven’s sharp tone cut through the air as I descended the stairs.
Her voice, tinged with worry and accusation, made my already pounding heart sink further.
As I reached the dining room, all eyes shifted to me. Their expressions ranged from mild disapproval to quiet concern. I could feel their unspoken words, the silent judgment weighing on my shoulders.
"How do you plan to eat with the time we have left?" Raven asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
She wasn’t wrong; I barely had time to breathe, let alone eat.
“Come and eat something.” His voice—a deep, smooth baritone—made me freeze in my tracks.
Lorenzo. Of course. My an
