Cowardice tasted of stone ground cornbread. It crumbled, soaked in sweet cream butter, into Athena’s mouth, and it didn’t even matter that she’d burned her tongue. This wasn’t about pleasing anyone but herself. That was what the past two-and-a-half weeks had been about, after all.
Two-and-a-half weeks since the disaster. Two-and-a-half weeks she’d been licking her wounds and hiding the truth. Two-and-a-half weeks she’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop in the form of one of her sisters finding out about Olympus. Because she really didn’t want to be the one to tell them. She didn’t want to admit what she’d done. How she’d screwed up.
It was only a matter of time. It surprised her none of them had figured it out already. But Maggie was busy as hell running someone’s world. Pru was al
