ATTICUS
The thought of losing Hera scared me more than I cared to admit.
It didn’t make sense—none of it did.
I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care, that I could easily let her go. She was the one who killed Rachel, after all—or at least, that’s what I had told myself over and over.
I should be glad to see her fading away, right? Maybe it was some twisted form of justice finally coming around.
But that wasn’t how I felt.
I kept telling myself that it was because I hadn’t gotten around to punishing her properly. Yes, that had to be it. She hasn’t paid for what she’d done, and I couldn’t lose her until she had.
She still needed to suffer. I needed to make her suffer.
But deep down, even I knew that wasn’t the reason.
I hadn’t left her side in three days. Three long, agon
