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.
