ATHENA

I wrap my arms around myself, trying to take a proper breath and decide what

comes next. Isabelle came to check on me, and I was about to rush out when she

relieved me with an update.

Sloane is stable now.

Still unconscious, but stable.

And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she walks again, even if I have to give her my own damn legs.

The door creaks open.

I glance up.

Alex steps in and pauses mid-step when he sees me awake. I guess he wasn't expecting that.

"Why do you look shocked? Where were you hoping I'd die?" I mock, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

"You're awake?" he says softly, ignoring the insult I just hit him with.

Alexander King? Having a soft voice?

It's strange. All my life, Alex's voice has been clipped and cold.


Not this.

I nod once, my throat dry, feeling like I've swallowed sandpaper.

He walks toward the side of the bed, carefully lowering himself into the chair like he's afraid he'll break me just by existing.

is a paper bag and a

tea," he says, lifting it

how I

ever notice something like

I'd rather eat

continues, his voice barely above a whisper,

Hate?

Hate?

what I feel for him goes

I snap.


grief, the exhaustion, it

the fuck are you doing, Alex?" My voice cuts through the room like a blade. "What is this? We work together to punish your

"Athena-"

you! I

flinches like I

only, my son. The same son you

let them

never see

Not in this life.

get the fuck

doesn't move at first. His eyes stay on me, full of something I can't read, remorse,

remorse.

Alex," I snarl, my


"Athena, I-"

yell, my

has done, he thinks walking in here with

in and assess

best you leave. You're going to stress the

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