DARIAN
I storm out of the dining room barely seconds after Zeus slips away with Father. The weight of everything I just endured settles deep into my bones, and I need to get away from the suffocating silence that trails behind their departure.
Adrian is right behind me, but I don’t care. I’m not in the mood for company, not his smirks or his twisted kind of support.
The hallway stretches before me, dim and long, the shadows crawling along the walls like dark fingers trying to pull me under.
My fists clench tightly at my sides, knuckles turning white with the force. Anger simmers low inside me, a steady fire I can’t extinguish. The words from the dining room replay over and over in my head; Zeus’s betrayal, Father’s coldness towards me. How could he do that? How could he let it happen
