22. Lorenzo
I couldn’t think straight.
Not after what Athena had seen.
The image of her wide, terrified eyes burned into my mind, leaving me hollow inside. It gnawed at me, every second ticking by without her forgiveness felt like a chain dragging me deeper into an abyss. Would she ever look at me the same again or would she be afraid of me?
My fingers tightened around the cold metal of the gun before I handed it to Daniel, not even bothering to meet his gaze. His question barely registered as I forced the weapon into his hands, too consumed by the whirlwind in my mind. I knew what he wanted me to do — finish Nicholus here and now. Hell, I would have done it myself without blinking if it weren't for Athena’s face haunting me.
“Take him back to the dungeon,” I muttered, my voice cold
