Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival
He had stripped off his ruined, blood-soaked hoodie, leaving him in just a tight black undershirt.
Standing directly between his spread knees, Athena uncapped a brown bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Her hands were still trembling slightly.
"You're sure he didn't grab you?" Jeremiah asked again, his voice dropping into a low, rough whisper.
"Jeremiah, stop asking me that," Athena breathed, soaking a cotton pad with the chemical. "I'm fine. You're the one who just took a hunting knife for us."
"I couldn't just let him hurt you."
"I know," Athena whispered, her throat tightening painfully. "This is going to sting. Hold still."
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