HERA
Heads turned.
There were the elders in the room, their faces startled and confused as they stared at me, but I ignored them all. My eyes were locked on Atticus, who stood at the head of the table, his expression unreadable.
“What the hell is this?” Elder Ayo growled, rising from his seat, but I didn’t spare him a glance.
I stormed toward Atticus, my body trembling with rage.
“You!” I spat, my voice echoing through the large chamber. “What the hell have you done?” I snapped at him.
Atticus’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained calm, his gaze steady.
“If you have manners, you'd know that this isn't…”
“I don’t care!” I cut him off, my voice shaking. “You think you can just strip me of my powers, have me beaten, and throw me into some maid’s uniform like I’m nothing?”
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