-Jake’s P.O.V.-
“What the hell are you up to?”
I instinctively crouch down as another piece of debris falls from the ceiling, though I keep my grip tight on the witch’s neck.
Athena taps my hand lightly, a signal to loosen my hold on her. I simply let out a growl. “Tell me.”
“I told you I had a promise to keep,” she enunciates, her voice high pitched and breathless, “I needed to get him to listen to me.”
“So, you placed us into that situation,” I start, struggling with my own rage, “to make a deal with him?”
She meets my gaze steadily. “Yes.” Her eyes briefly flicker down to the blood stain in my gut, then looks up again. “I didn’t mean for the hag to stab you, though. That was all her.”
“Tell me,” I say, “were you involved with what happened with my parents?”
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