Chapter 64

Athena's POV

His words hit me like a slap across the face. His voice was cold, harsh, completely different from the Tristan I'd always known.

His eyes were empty, distant, like he was looking through me instead of at me. Like I was nothing more than a ghost haunting his hallway.

I had to hold myself together. I couldn't fold like I always did. My body wanted to crumble, to make myself small and disappear, but I forced my spine to stay straight.

I had to remind ...