Thirty one

Athena

My eyes followed her every step as she approached Lucien. The fact that he despised her and never made any effort to hide it filled me with a sick satisfaction.

I couldn’t stand her. There was no reason I should. She carried a title that I had fought tooth and nail to claim, and my hatred for her was raw and consuming.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally raised an eyebrow at Lucien. Her audacity was infuriating.

“You didn’t call me back just to say nothing,” she whispered, her voice laced with defiance, her eyes burning with hatred that made me scoff.

“Moore,” Lucien’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “Do you know why you’re still here?”

“No,” she replied, her head attempting to rise, but she lowered it again, as if realising she had no power here.

“No?” Lucien echoed, standing and moving toward her. She instinctively stepped back, and I watched with bated breath, eager to see what Lucien had planned for her. “I see you forget things easily.”

She said nothing, and I