Athena stared at Travon’s face, her expression unreadable. Her mind reeled from the fact that she could have been dead if not for his intervention. Slowly, she stepped away from him, despite his heroic save, she still considered him an enemy--he had hurt her badly, and one daring act didn’t erase the pain. Sensing her hesistance, Travon maintained his distance, his face etched with pain. With a small sigh, he told her, “My men will escort you back to your quarters, and keep watch till dawn, while I get to the bottom of this.” Athena slowly nodded, eager to escape his presence. Quietly, she bowed her head to show her gratitude, her eyes avoiding his. Then swiftly, she turned on her heels and walked away with the guards hovering closely around her. Travon’s eyes lingered on her retreating figure, his expression filled with a mixture of regret and sadness. His lips parted as if to call her, but he remained silent, respecting her boundaries. Back at her quarters in her bedroom, Athe
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