Athena's POV:
I struggled against the hands gripping my arms, shouting for them to let me go, but their hold was unrelenting, painful, sending a wave of panic washing over my heart. With a hard shove, I was thrown onto the cold, uneven floor.
Someone yanked away the rough fabric from my face, and I blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden light.
As my vision cleared, the sight before me sent a chill down my spine—Sylvia, sitting confidently with her legs crossed, surrounded by a group of her loyal minions.
'What could they possibly want this time?' The thought barely formed before Sylvia's icy voice cut through the tension.
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from Damon?" she asked, her voice dripping with menace. Her eyes bore into me with a cold glare.
"I was never near him," I manag
