Chapter 38: Unwanted Entanglements
Then I saw Jesse. Ugh.
A lady was with him, clinging to his arm like she owned it, it was pretty petty and possessive, her eyes narrowing the moment she noticed me.
Wasn’t Jesse supposed to be used for something important? I hadn’t kept tabs, nor did I care to but I remembered Marcus telling me that the king had plans to use him for something that could potentially kill him. For some reason, seeing him here, so casually entwined with another, sent an old, bitter taste crawling up my throat.
I rolled my eyes and moved to walk past, not sparing him more than a glance. He didn’t deserve more than that.
"Athena!" His voice rang out.
I paused, spine stiffening at the sound. I didn’t turn around immediately.
"What do you need?" I asked coldly, turning only just enough to meet his eyes. His werewolves’ senses would pick up on my disdain.
He untangled himself from the she-wolf, stepping forward hesitantly. "Athena, I’m sorry. For everything. I wanted to speak with you since but I was told that you had gone for a secret mission for the king. So I’ve been waiting for you to come back. I’m sorry if I’m talking too much right now... Ijust... I was hoping we could go back to how things were before."
A laugh burst out of me, loud and mocking. Several werewolves nearby turned to look, but I didn’t care. The absurdity of his words practically demanded an audience.
"The fates must be playing some sort of sick joke on me today," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "Go back to how we were before? And why on earth would I want to do that?"
He winced, shoulders falling. "I know I hurt you. If I could take it back—"