***TRIGGER WARNING!!!***
***MAKE SURE YOU READ BOOK 1***
Just as things started to get better, the gang is hit with bad luck, misfortune, and jinxes. How much more can they take? What secrets is Athena hiding? When will the zombie apocalypse be over...
But after violent sex with Theo just minutes before.
It was torture on my already poor fragile body.
Lyra helps me slip into a slim dress
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After she got done tending to the bruising that Theo inflected on me mere minutes ago.
I couldn't help but grunt when she helped slip it over me.
"Shall I share some advise, Lady Athena?" She whispers as she started on braiding my blonde hair.
I nod, but winced at the pain from it being banged against the bookcase.
"Do what Theo expects you to do, while he is gone, not what you'd LIKE to do." She told me. "Theo is a beast not so easily amused by woman who think and do for themselves."
I scoff at that.
"So -. I'm what -. Just suppose to act like his personal -." I began.
"Fuck toy?" Lyra interrupted.
My eyes narrowed at the title.
"If Theo wishes it. He shall receive it." Lyra told me, firmly.
"I'm not a fuck toy." I muttered, as she finished with my hair, and went to the side of the dresser and got out some jewelry and brought out a tiny tiara and placed it gently with on top of my head.
I made a sour face as she spun me around to face the full length long mirror.
"Then who -. My dear. Are you?" She asked, and patted my shoulder before she left the room.
I stare at myself.
Who was I?
Athena?
Heleli?
Half-Demon TRUE Queen of the Demon Realm?
Eve's mother...
Louie's -.
A loud bang made me jump.
"ATHENA GET DOWN HERE! NOW!" Theo roared, making me flinch.
Crap.
I sighed deeply, took one last look at myself in the mirror before heading downstairs.
Making my way down, I can see Theo waiting at the end of them, his eyes narrowed at me as I glided down the steps. Lifting my dress so that I wouldn't accidentally trip.
Once I made it down, he gripped my arm.
"You were thinking about HIM just now." He accused, and I avoided looking at him.
