Back at the Party…
Eryx sat with one elbow propped lazily on the armrest, swirling the dark liquid in his glass as though it held all the answers in the universe. But it didn't. She did.
Athena and she was ignoring him like he was air.
A slow, humorless smirk tugged at his lips.
Cute. She really thinks she can run from him just by not looking my way? We'll see how long that lasts.
He was still studying her from across the room, her straightened spine, that stubborn tilt of her chin….when a shadow draped itself over his table.
A strong perfume hit him. That stupid shit smell perfume only belong to one person.
Eryx didn't even look up. His mood soured instantly.
Adrianna.
He almost forgot he had that… pest. A mistake he made once, and she'd clung ever since like gum under a shoe. She'd gone quiet for months, likely nursing her bruised pride after what Athena did to her but now here she was, slithering back into his space as if she belonged there.
