Athena. Saturday, May 19th. Next day. Night. I sit in front of the mirror, slipping on the last piece of jewelry sent by Zeus. My shaky hands try to clasp the expensive onyx and diamond necklace into place, but they are too unsteady to succeed. “Damn it.” I curse in frustration, pulling the necklace off my neck and flinging it onto the bed. Tears sting my eyes as I shoot to my feet, pacing the room. My insides tighten with guilt, anger, and second thoughts, all at once. What am I doing? Planning to have a dance in the next few seconds with the cruel Battle Chief? The same man who slaughtered my people? A groan rips out of me. And I'm doing this for myself. Just so I can feel that mate bond we're supposed to share, before death comes for me. Just because, for once, I want to feel like a woman. I want to be adored the way a woman should be. Before death snatches me. The long burgundy lace dress I have on, courtesy of Zeus, sweeps across the marble floor as I cross back to the
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