HERA’S POV
"WHAT are you doing?!" Inigo angrily questioned me, pulling his arm away quickly.
"Inigo, please! Look at how much blood is on your hand!" I exclaimed, concerned, and tried to reach for his arm again.
"Why do you care? Didn't you say that we should mind our own businesses?!" He angrily snatched my arm with his bloodied hand.
I knew he was furious with me, but I had no intention of fueling his anger, so I took the handkerchief from my pocket and wiped his injured hand.
"Do you even know what it means for you to approach me like that again?" he asked, serious but still filled with anger. He held onto both of my arms tightly and suddenly pressed me against the wall he had been punching moments ago. "I have a short temper, Hera, so as long as you have the chance, leave now!" he
