HERA
I watched the door close behind Ben, his casual swagger and the energy oozing off him lingering in the room like a fading scent.
My gaze shifted to Atticus, who stood there, arms crossed, his face still tense with anger.
“You should be nicer to your brother,” I said, keeping my tone as neutral as possible, though I knew it would only provoke him.
Atticus’ eyes snapped to me, sharp and unyielding.
“Mind your own damn business, Hera,” he replied coldly, his voice leaving no room for discussion. I sighed, crossing my arms.
“He’s your family, Atticus,” I said like I had to remind him. “Why do you hate him so much?” It baffled me.
“Don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” he shot back, irritation clear in his voice.
He moved toward the table, grabbing a chair and sitti
