258. Athena
"You can see my thoughts!" Sheila’s voice cracked through the room like a whip, laced with panic.
The sheer force of her words made my stomach clench, and for a moment, the air felt too thick to breathe. Around us, the servants paused in their chores, wide-eyed with curiosity, before quickly averting their gazes and scurrying away, pretending they hadn't heard anything.
I lifted a brow, my arms folding across my chest. "We are past that, Sheila." My voice was controlled, but the weight behind it was undeniable.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her eyes darting to the floor. "I—I apologize, my lady, I—"
"We are past that too." I cut her off with a flick of my wrist. "You don’t have to keep pretending with me."
Sheila stiffened. For a moment, she hesitated, chewing on h
