81. Lorenzo
"W-what is it that you wanted to show me?" Athena gasped, her soft, angelic lips quivering, betraying the fear she tried so hard to hide.
This vulnerability that she always showed me was the reason why I want to protect her.
I could see it in her wide, dark eyes—she was terrified of me. No matter how much she tried to mask it, her trembling hands gave her away.
I had dragged her here from the parking lot, through the winding paths of the mansion, to this forgotten, shadowed side. She had every right to be afraid of me, having in mind that the last time she saw me at the back of the mansion was when I wanted to shoot that traitor.
Dammit! When will she stop fearing me? When will she see that I would rather hurt myself than let harm come to her? That she was the light pierc
