HERA
Anisha stood behind me, gently combing through my hair, her fingers moving with a rhythm that should have been soothing.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying not to notice the hollowness in my eyes. My lips pressed into a thin line as I reminded myself for the hundredth time that Atticus was nothing to me.
He was nothing.
Just as I was nothing to him.
We were… convenient. Two people who needed each other to accomplish our respective goals. He needed the crown, and I needed my revenge on those who betrayed me.
That was it.
That was all we were to each other.
There was no room for confusion or misplaced feelings. I wouldn’t allow it. Not anymore. Not after he invalidated my emotions and made me feel worthless.
Still, my mind betrayed me, drifting back to the hea
