31. Athena
The little girl jumped, hurling herself at the man who was abusing her mom with her fists ready to pound. Her screams cut through the air like a blade and if she wasn't a baby, she would have toppled him over.
Too bad she was just that; a weightless little thing and her impact was like trying to cut down a tree using a razor blade.
“Leave my mama alone!” Her small shrill voice cracked, high-pitched with fear and desperation as she stumbled toward her mother.
But rough hands caught her again, throwing her tiny body back into the dirt and she hissed in pain from the impact.
Her mother, trembling, stretched her arm out weakly.
“P-please, don’t cry…don’t cry, baby. Mama is alright. I am okay,” she rasped, her voice almost gone beneath the weight of pain.
Nathan, as his men c
