112. Athena
The car screeched to an abrupt halt, the sound sharp and jarring and my body jerked forward hitting the back of the front seats and I cried in pain because I hit the same face that had been battered.
My heart leaped in my chest as I slowly lifted my battered face to see him—Alpha-King Lorenzo.
Oh, thank heavens. He was finally here. Hope.
He stood tall and imposing in front of the car, his expression darker than the depths of the grave. The glare he was giving Javier would have killed and I think Javier could tell because I saw him tremble. I bet he didn't expect this.
The tension in the air thickened, pressing down on me too. Lorenzo radiated fury, his presence enough to make the crowd shrink back in silence. And Javier lost strength in his arms as he let go of the steer
