17. Lorenzo
I was known to be the unforgiving big bad wolf.
Killing wasn’t hard for me. In fact, it was second nature. I couldn’t survive without it. I had blood on my hands—countless souls who had met the sharp end of my wrath. And I felt no remorse. Today would be no different.
This was the reason I asked myself why I was able to get drawn to Athena and be so gentle with her.
Well maybe it was because of the saying that opposite poles attract.
I stared at the rogue, my gaze narrowing as his pitiful attempts to reason with me scraped at my patience. He lay there, broken and bloodied, but his stubborn silence grated on my nerves.
“You should have spoken when I gave you the chance,” I hissed, the silver needle twirling between my fingers, catching the dim light of the dungeon. His l
