225. Athena
I was angry and I just wanted this woman dead and I didn't understand why Lorenzo and the others were holding me back.
"Let go of my mommy!"
A small voice sliced through the storm inside me.
It was like a dagger to my heart.
The rage that had consumed me only seconds ago wavered, flickering out like a dying flame. My fingers, which had been wrapped so tightly around Marissa’s throat, slowly loosened, and my hand fell to my side. The coldness I had embraced, the anger that had surged like wildfire through my veins, melted into something warm—something painful.
I turned, my chest tightening as I met the eyes of the boy who had spoken.
Maxwell.
Marissa’s son.
He stood in the doorway, small but fierce, his dark eyes brimming with emotions that shouldn’t belong to a child s
