Hera POV
The hot shower didn't do anything to wash away the ache in my chest. But at least it gave me a moment to breathe, to let the steam and water drown out the chaos in my head. I step out of the bathroom with a towel tied around my body.
The house is too quiet,the kind that fans flames of depression. I slip into a pair of soft pajamas,grab my phone and send a quick meeting alert to every member of the Killer Angels.
My fingers tremble as I type, but I force them to move.After the message is delivered ,I collapse onto my bed. My body feels heavy, like it’s carrying the weight of every memory of pain and betrayal.
Mason’s face flashes in my mind,his worried eyes earlier, his voice pleading with me to talk. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block him out. I can't think about him,
