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I watch Christos as he enters the room after speaking with Valerio, a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. Something is happening. I can feel it in the air, but every time I ask him, he brushes it off with vague assurances that it’s nothing to worry about.
But I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is looming. We’ve been through so much in the past couple of months, and we are still dealing with the aftermath of Adonis and Athena’s actions, trying to rebuild what was shattered by their betrayal. And now, with all this hush talk between the guys, I can’t help but fear that it’s not over yet.
“Christos, please. What’s happening? I can’t shake this feeling that something is wrong.” I ask getting to my feet, and he rushes over and pulls me into his
