Aria
He laughs then, even as I continue to hit at him with everything I've got, growing weaker by the second.
A vicious, harsh and wicked laugh is all I get in return, and I fist my hands, wishing I can inflict more pain in him.
He grabs my wrist. "Did you not know, silly girl? The goddesses know everything. They see all our thoughts and decisions before we even make them."
I glare at him, but I'm not sure what the glare looks like with all the tears streaming down my face.
Maybe everything would have been better if my grandmother hadn't died for me.
If she had instead let me die. Didn't u bring this on yourself? Am I not the one who trusted a traitor?
Why did she have to die?
I break down to my knees, feeling too weak to continue hitting him, and letting my legs finally giv
