HERA
She meant to shock me and it worked. Like a charm.
But I’ll be damned if I let her know it.
“Midas’ mistress is it?”
The woman who calls herself Minth, with her beautiful green eyes and long black hair that cascades in luxurious waves all the way to her waist tilts her chin up in gloating defiance.
I make a sound of pity in my throat, sighing and shaking my head. “You poor darling. How dreadful all that must be for you.”
She did not expect this and she appears taken aback.
Good.
I know her type. I can tell from the glint in her eyes and the way she carefully measures her words before saying them.
Cruel and ambitious, she is the sort of person who would do anything to get what she wants, consequences be damned.
The kind of woman who would do anything to survive.
I know this
