Athena popped open a bottle of champagne, pouring it into the flute in front of me, the bubbles rising.
"You still haven't answered my question," I said, getting distracted when I heard thunder, but it was barely audible, just the subtle vibration that made the windows rattle.
Athena set the bottle down and sat on the sofa, crossing her legs as she took a sip. "That's quite the question you have there."
"Yes…" I admit, I was never someone who could ask such a thing or even think about it.
Shit has changed.
I clutched the flute and drowned everything in one go, my mouth puffing a bit before I swallowed it down. Just what I needed.
"Athena…"
"What?" she asked, almost irritated. "You think I haven't asked myself that for years? That witch still walks this earth with her crooked legs and her vicious character, in my family home, like she dropped even a block on that place."
I didn't realize my question had affected her.
