"Athena, what are you doing here? After all these years of unjust torment, after letting me take the fall for a sin I didn’t commit, are you here to finally kill me?" Lucas’ voice was harsh, soaked in bitterness as he reluctantly took a seat in the iron chair at the cramped table.
Athena faced him from across the metal surface meant for interrogations. Her little torchlight was the only source of illumination in the dark damp cell.
Whosoever had created this idea of a cell was both a genius and a psychotic personality. She thought, checking the corners of the cell habited by black molds.
Really wasn’t named ’Black Hole’ for nothing!
"I’m not here to kill you, Lucas," She finally replied, sitting up straight in her seat, projecting an air of authority. "Actually, I’m here to offer you a chance at freedom."
Lucas let out a derisive laugh, reminiscent of a beast’s guttural sound. It was a sad sound, but Athena felt no sympathy for him.
"Freedom? There’s no freedom for me. You know that; you put me here!"
"Then how am I here?" Athena asked calmly, her arms folded across her chest.
Lucas’s gaze traveled downward, lingering on her hands as if searching for a glimmer of sincerity in that posture.
"I don’t know. I don’t know what or who you work for, Athena, but if I leave this place, they’ll track me down. Do you want to deepen my punishment? Haven’t I suffered enough?" Anguish laced his words.
Athena brushed aside his pleas. There was no point in engaging in a futile debate. Lucas deserved everything he was experiencing now. "You can trust me... I—"
"Trust you?" Lucas interrupted, shaking his head in disbelief. "You set me up four years ago, and now you want to talk about trust? That word shouldn’t even be in your vocabulary. Erase it, Athena!"
Athena couldn’t help but let out a laugh, which soon turned somber. "You bring up trust and betrayal now? Do you remember what you did six years ago? You were my best friend and you sold me to Alfonso and his ridiculous daughter! Do you remember that?"
Lucas bowed his head, shame suddenly washing over him. "I’ve regretted that ever since. I could have made amends, but the lives of my brothers were at stake."
Her laughter echoed hollowly in the dimly lit cell, broken only by a rat scurrying around. "Regret? Is it because you ended up in this pit of darkness?"
"No, I’ve regretted it from the moment I made the deal with Fiona. I thought it would be worth it—the amnesty, the money, the safety of my brothers—but none of that made the betrayal any easier to bear, especially when I learned your father had banished you too."
Athena nodded, feeling a mix of curiosity and anger. "So, it’s not because you and Fiona had a real relationship?"
Lucas furrowed his brow, visibly agitated. "Relationship? As if! It was only a fling. A one time event. A drunken mistake. The day I was supposed to leave, I met her at Ewan’s place for my payment. She was with her father, and so she claimed to be busy. She asked me to meet her in a hotel for the money and all."
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