209. Lorenzo
My world tilted on its axis and I stood there stupefied for a while trying to digest what the doctor had said.
Athena. Poisoned?
The word ricocheted through my brain, deafening, drowning out the roar of blood in my ears. My breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, my fingers twitching involuntarily at my sides.
"No." My voice was hoarse, raw with disbelief. A single, desperate denial ripped straight from my soul. "No. That’s impossible."
But deep inside, I knew the truth. It had happened. That second stab. The dagger must have been poisoned.
Everything had unraveled in the blink of an eye. Moments ago, my little silver wolf had stood her ground, proving that she was strong enough to fight for herself. She had made me proud. For the first time, I had stepped back, letting he
