Chapter 18

Hera.

“I can't believe today is the last day we're hanging out. I mean, Hera is leaving this evening,” Arina mumbled, a pout on her lips as she rolled around on my bed. She had just finished helping me pack up with Hestia, Adela and Teresa.

She and Adela still hasn't warmed up to Teresa like Hestia and I managed to, but at least they weren't constantly at each other's throats and that is good enough.

I tucked the strands of hair that had gotten free from its bun behind me ear. I had gone back to my usual ponytail of bun style. Ares didn't help. Didn't even act like he cared, or something. He hasn't even spoken more than a sentence to me the past few days. He had said, and I'm quoting ‘You have your own clothes, wear them’.

I held in a scoff, rolling my eyes. Arina could help. But I wasn't really interested in letting anyone touch my hair. It's good as it is.

“And you're leaving tomorrow.“ I ruffled her blonde hair, and she glared at me.

“Like, we haven't even done something