Astrid clenched her hands tightly under the table, struggling to stop them from trembling. From the very beginning, she knew dealing with Hera was dangerous, but she hadn’t expected the woman to be this ruthless.

“You’re insane,” she whispered sharply, her voice shaking as she fought to keep her fear and anger in check. They were in a public café, and she couldn’t risk drawing attention. “You know they can’t find out I’m here helping you!”

Hera just smiled, clearly amused by ...