Athena tried to wet her lips with her tongue, tried to push down the feeling of shame threatening to suffocate her so that she could concentrate, find some good pudding out of this mess she and Ewan had found themselves in…
But she ended up tasting more of her blood; more that reminded her of Antonio's cruelty; of the fact that she had almost married a monster, one that came off while beating women; that she had struck a business deal with a worser monster too.
She inhaled deeply, feeling her head swoon, both of the sheer stress swamping her and the weakness of her body.
She was hungry, thirsty, weak; moreso, she was angry at the madness, at the abuse, at the pain being inflicted on Ewan. She couldn't bear to even look at him, fearing that whatever she might see in his eyes might cause her to bow over in abject sorrow.
