Chapter 15

Hera.

I walked into the living room, wiping my sweaty hands on my joggers. Today was day two of having to live with Ares’ entire family and I was already hoping the week ends so I could at least go back home and get back to my normal lonely routine. Day one went so bad. The bandage on my left palm testifies to that. Day too didn't seem like it'd go well either. Teresa won't stop glowering at my friends and I.

Aurelia and Paul were nice to us. Hermes was a fun company, but Atlas was no where to be found, and Ariana seemed like she couldn't care less.

Everyone else was working out in the garden, but I had slipped away. My muscles were screaming at this point.

I walked into the kitchen, my eyes darting around. The walls were polished white. The floor was gray marble, and the kitchen islands were gray too. There was one attached to the walls in an L shape, and there was another gigantic one in the middle of the kitchen.

All the kitchen equipments were squeaky clean, and there we