A few minutes later, the storm inside her finally quieted to something small and trembling. They lay on their backs beside each other, the cold night air brushing over them.
Athena had Theodore's jacket draped across her lap to cover her exposed legs. Her fingers absently gripping the fabric like she needed the weight of it to stay sane. Her breathing was still uneven, but at least she wasn't shaking anymore.
Theodore glanced at her from the corner of his eye, the lake glimmering faintly behind them.
"Do you stay with him?" he asked quietly. "I mean… do you live in the same house as Oliver?"
Athena didn't look at him. She kept staring up at the sky, eyes hollow, voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."
There was a beat of silence.
"Why?" he asked. "What about your mother?"
Athena let out a scoff so sharp it could cut stone. "My mother?" she laughed bitterly. "She's probably busy planning whose life to destroy next."
