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chapter twenty-six ━ fate has a sense of humor

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FINDING A WITCH who actually knew the full extent of the Nyx legend was proving to be a challenge the couple never thought they'd have to face. Nearly every witch on the globe knew of them but very few knew the truth and the full history. They had gone through several different candidates, all of which did not live up to their expectations. At first glance, one may say that they shouldn't be so picky about how much the person knew. However, upon further inspection, one would realize that they had every right to be wary about who they choose. Because how the hell, were they supposed to rule an entire species if they could hardly understand who they were and how they came to be? If they went to someone who knew little about what they were talking about or went off mixed up legends, they could receive false information.

Thomas understood this perfectly. Athena did not. Whilst he focused on finding the right person, she was anxious to just pick someone and go from there. She was not thinking big picture. He couldn't necessarily blame her though because she had yet to understand what all of this meant. She may say she's ready but her actions said otherwise. He was not even that sure if he was ready. Though he may put up an amazing and unbeatable mask, he doubted himself more than someone may think. He told himself that he needed to focus on teaching his mate the ropes instead of mending his insecurities. It was that reason why they were slowly drifting apart.

She knew she was being childish and weak. She knew her fighting skills were pathetic. She knew that he was casting aside his own needs and wants because she was not capable of dealing with things on her own. Unfortunately, being turned into a vampire at thirteen, living a thousand years as a child until that body was aged to maturity, would do that to a person. But now that she understood some things and held the determination to grow out of her naive state of mind, she was ready to do things on her own, become stronger, and act like an adult. Even if a sliver of innocence stayed, she did not care, as long as she changed for the better. Not just for herself, but for Thomas.

It was not easy, she did some training on her own to make herself physically stronger, going on long jogs in the morning before doing some stretches. Sit-ups still weren't easy but she managed, honing her werewolf side, using her supernatural abilities to help her on her journey. Athena did the same routine for days, waking up when Thomas did — which, mind you, was not a normal time in her opinion, considering it was always so damn early — getting dressed in her athletic wear, downing a blood bag before going on her jog. She'd do her exercising in the woods, away from prying eyes. Then she'd jog back to the apartment, take a shower, and eat breakfast. Her idea was working slowly, though she was still trying to deal with Thomas. She knew that he was forcing any kind of desire or want of his away and she hated every second of it.

Thankfully, he was utterly oblivious to her finding this out, continuing on with trying to find a suitable witch. That's really all he did for days after he would do his own exercising in the apartment which consisted of some one-handed push-ups and the like. She had no idea that he was doing it to impress her. So he kept on, waking up early, doing some research before making breakfast. Then he'd eat said breakfast with her when she returned and took her shower, do some training of his own, take a shower, and do more research until yawns were sounding through the room and she was yanking him into bed because of it.

The pattern didn't break. Thomas never thought it would until he found what he was looking for. Athena tried helping the best she could but truth was, she didn't have the sources her did and most of the witches weren't keen on speaking to her since her family was notorious for hating witches, rightfully so, but that wasn't the point. So she had gone on her daily run, returning to the apartment to find him in the kitchen, beginning to make some cinnamon rolls. From there she silently walked down the hallway, entering his bathroom, and started her shower.

While he was waiting for the food to finish, he was texting back and forth with a witch by the name of Lydia. He'd never heard of her before but that didn't matter. All he wanted was information and he was going to get it. His fingers drummed against the cheap countertops, tapping his knee at a normal pace, watching the bubbles appearing on his screen. He hoped and prayed this would be the right person for the job and if it wasn't, he was going to be devastated.

I know enough

Thomas sighed and shook his head, furiously typing away a reply he thought may possibly be too straight-forward and blunt but at this point, he was running out of sources and options. If this didn't work, he may have to resort fo contacting witches from different states and countries.

That isn't what I asked. You either know nothing or you know all of it. Stop wasting my time.

I know the ancestors that decided that the Nyxs would be formed. Just trust me.

Trust was such a flimsy word, one he did not put too much faith in unless he truly knew that the person he was speaking to was loyal and honest. Lydia certainly had more potential than other witches he spoke to and she quite likely knew what she was talking about. She certainly had more confidence than others he spoke to.

Give me an address and a time.

"Athena!" he called, knowing she might not hear him over the roaring of the water pouring from the showerhead so raising his voice was needed. "We have to go soon." There was no reply but he figured that was okay, he could tell her when she came to eat. Thomas set his phone down and crossed over to the oven, pulling the pan out, preparing the plates.

Meanwhile, his girlfriend was already out of the shower, standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around her body. She stared at her reflection, watching as the steam that stuck to the glass slowly went away. Over the last couple of days, she'd done some of her own research. It was for selfish reasons but she couldn't bring herself to feel guilty because there was nothing wrong with what she wanted to achieve. Being in a mature body after spending so long as nothing but a lost kid was strange. She reacted to things differently, thought things she never used to think about. Her body was different now and she hadn't had the chance to accept it and embrace herself.

The towel fell to the floor.

She knew now that sex was a complicated and complex thing. There were so many terms and things attached to it and she was not ready to dive deeper into that rabbit hole. So instead, she searched about how to improve confidence and erase insecurities. She found many different answers but one stuck in her brain, refusing to leave her alone. The idea sounded exciting, causing her to squirm a little when she had read it in the middle of the night when Thomas was fast asleep. Something wet touched the inside of her underwear but she didn't shy away from it like she usually did. It was a normal reaction.

Her eyes stayed trained on the mirror, a blush rising on her cheeks. The fact that she was looking at her own naked body was not the reason why she felt embarrassed. It was just strange for her to actually look at herself and admire the parts of herself she'd neglected without knowing it. Athena wanted to treat her body with respect, learn the things she liked, enjoy just a few moments to herself, where all she had to worry about was staying focused on herself. And now, she was truly looking, noticing little things such as how her nipples were perked up due to the cold, how her eyes were slightly dilated, and how her chest was rising and falling at a steady rate. There was a desire inside of her, one she could not ignore.

Athena's shaky hand drifted, skipping over her breasts, going straight for the spot she had read about. She kept staring at herself, her heart racing, her breathing picking up because of how nervous she was. She used two of her fingers to search for the nub, her eyes narrowing slightly in concentration. Wherever it was, she was having a difficult time finding it. She let out a frustrated noise, pushing deeper.

Now that gained a reaction she was not expecting.

An unexpected shiver of pleasure shot up her spine, making her legs tremble, making her fall back against the wall for support. A moan slipped out and she slapped her hand over her mouth fast, her hand abandoning her intimate area as if it were on fire. Her eyes had gone so wide she was sure they were going to fall out of their sockets. She was shaking a bit, leaning her hand back against the tile, taking a deep breath.

"Baby?" She jumped, scrambling for her towel, putting it around her at lightning speed. "Baby, are you okay?" Thomas was polite enough not to open the door and intrude because if he did he would have seen her flushed cheeks, the sight making her look as if she were a kid who did something wrong and was caught.

With the opposite hand she used to touch herself, Athena grabbed onto the doorknob and opened the door just a crack, peeking her head out a little. She was him standing there, looking genuinely concerned. His hair was messy in some areas, the strands sticking up. It made her relax a bit, a small, shy smile appearing on her face, trying her absolute best to force say the giddiness that was bubbling to the surface.

"I'm fine, I was shaving my legs, sorry for taking so long."

"Are you sure?" He asked, not looking convinced. "Because I heard—"

"I cut myself, but I'm all healed now so don't worry," she lied, letting out a tiny laugh, one that won him over. He smiled and nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. There was some color on his cheeks as well, probably because he knew she was practically naked behind the door. If she had the guts, she may have just removed the barrier between them and dropped her towel. That would get a reaction from him.

"Oh, well, um. . .breakfast is ready and I managed to find us a witch so we need to get going."

Athena nodded with perhaps too much enthusiasm. "Okay great, I'll be out in a second!" She went to close the door and he went to turn around and walk away, but then she quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him towards where her head was still peeked out, and gave him a peck on his lips, grinning.

"Hope the cinnamon rolls taste as good as you do, though I haven't gotten to taste you just yet," she winked, his blush worsening, clearly speechless. "See you in a minute." Then she shut the door, leaving him standing there in shock of what she just said. When she heard his footsteps retreat, a wide smile appeared on her face and she squealed silently, doing a little twirl.

This was going perfectly already.

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Lydia's place was the exact opposite of what you would think a witch's home would look like. At first, Athena thought she was just being stereotypically but after she truly thought about it, she realized that every other witch she had ever spoken to, had a place that very clearly screamed witch. Instead, her apartment was casual, resembling Thomas's oddly enough. She had all of her supplies in a closet somewhere apparently because she wanted to pass by as a normal human which they couldn't blame her for. Upon meeting her, the couple was wary, not sure if this was the person they were looking for.

Together they sat at a round table, mugs filled with some kind of special tea sitting in front of them. No one was saying anything, silence filling the air which was making things uncomfortable and extremely awkward for the three of them. Lydia was sitting across from them, drinking her own tea, looking as if she hadn't a care in the world. She was chill, Athena would give her that much.

After a long and brutal moment, Thomas picked up the mug and discreetly took a whiff.

"It's not laced with wolfsbane," Lydia told him without looking up. "I may be old and my senses may have begun disappearing but I can assure you, I am not that stupid. If I wanted the two of you poisoned, you would be already." Athena cast a glance to her mate who slowly set down his mug. He stared right at the witch as he pushed both his cup and her's to the middle of the table, making Lydia chuckle behind her own cup. "You're cautious. Good."

"That doesn't sound reassuring," she pointed out bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest, trying her best to be authoritative. "Are you going to start your little tale or not?"

"Hush, child." She had to bite her tongue to keep from snapping at her. "All you had to do was ask, I was simply waiting to see which one of you was going to do it first." She smirked and looked to the ginger. "I did think it was going to be you, with that blank look in your eyes." When neither expressed any amusement, she sighed and waved away imaginary dust. "Alright then, have it your way."

"You said you knew the people who created the Nyxs, so start there," Thomas told her, any trace of softness gone from his features. Athena had never realized that way he acted around different people. With her, he was almost like a human boy, with the wolves and Nathan, he was a brother and a friend, with her siblings he was careful but cocky, and with people that could potentially cause them harm, he was guarded and cold. There were so many different sides to him, that even she did not notice before.

Lydia hummed and swirled her spoon in her cup, the item clinging against the glass. "Well I didn't know them personally but few witches know of them. Of course, everyone knows about how wolves came to be: the Hollow cursed them and hence the creation of wolves, but the idea of the Nyxs didn't come until at least three hundred years later. By that point, there was a decent-sized pack located in what we all know now was Europe. There were four of them, two of which were the alphas of the first werewolf pack, the other two were loyal comrades. Troy King was the male alpha."

"His descendant?" Athena questioned, looking over to Thomas who looked equally as surprised.

"Yes, if I am not mistaken he was the one who was the start of the King bloodline. By his side was his mate, Narissa, who he ended up marrying. And then there was Alexander and Artemis. The four of them led the pack across the world, expanding their territory, creating new life, continuing the werewolf line. But, the first accident happened which formed the first group of hunters." Thomas tensed up beside her and she reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers. "They attacked the pack and outnumbered them easily. Only two people survived. Troy perished, as did Alexander, leaving Narissa and Artemis without mates."

"Narissa was enraged and sought out to find a way to protect her people. Together she and Artemis created a ritual, one that would ensure that one day the wolves would have leaders to guide them, keep them from being hunted ever again. She prayed to Nyx, the goddess of night, and then together she and Artemis took their own lives, using their blood for the ritual. Thankfully since the pack traveled, some wolves branched off and began their own pack. Word spread of the tragedy and soon the remaining wolves came running to where the original pack resided. The only thing that was left was a cub, a little baby girl by the name of Sofia, Narissa's and Troy's only child."

"Sofia would go on to marry and have her own kids, creating a pack. She would pray to Nyx every night, attempting to finish what her mother started. Every wolf prayed along with her until finally. . .they got an answer. Wolves celebrated and thus the story was formed: a King and Queen would rise and bring glory to their species. But by the time they were told that their King was on his way, nearly a thousand years had passed."

Thomas spoke up for the first time since she began the story, his posture still stiff, and if she could feel waves of anger rolling off of her. "But how did everyone know that I was the King? I wasn't even aware of my fate until my entire family was dead. And because I am King, I should have been able to save my people."

Lydia shook her head. "Child, your pack was meant to die. You had to be in the same place as Narissa was when her pack was killed. Once the last wolf besides yourself died, every single wolf on the face of the Earth heard a call. They all knew that their King had arrived. Of course, you weren't meant to die, but Esther took care of that one." She paused, making sure they were still paying attention. "Now the two of you were chosen by Narissa herself. Rumor has it she was not stuck on the Other Side like all supernatural creatures when they die. She became an ancestor, much like us witches have our ancestors. She was reunited with her love and her loyal friends. As the story goes, she watched over the wolves, waiting until the right people came along. And as we all know, you two were chosen."

"So then how did everyone know I was Queen?" Athena asked, following along as best as she could, even though her brain was ready to explode.

"Same way as it was for Thomas. When Esther put you in the coffin, a call was sent out. But because you never appeared, some people gave up hope. Thus it became a legend until the two of you were brought back and another call was sent out." She paused again, opening her mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it and shut her lips, pressing them in a firm line.

They were all quiet, Lydia taking a generous sip from her glass while the other two simply stared at her, not sure what to say. So, that was how they were created. It felt terrible, knowing that these wolves waited so long for someone to come along and help them fight back against the oppression they faced from vampires and witches. And now that they were here, most wolves didn't believe in them, because the doubt carried on generation after generation.

"Artemis was Troy's and Narissa's protector wasn't she?" Thomas spoke finally and the two of them watched as Lydia smiled slowly, looking pleased that they knew about the Knight already.

"Indeed she was. I assume that means you've meant your Knight then. According to the story, Artemis was meant to choose the protector, not Narissa. It is funny though, how the three of you appeared in such close time to one another. It's almost as if fate decided it would happen that way."

Athena couldn't help but scoff at that. "Yeah, well, fate certainly has a sense of humor."

———

Thomas did not feel like making anything to eat once they returned to the apartment so he told her he would go grab them some pizza, but she knew it was just his excuse for going somewhere quiet where he could process everything they were told. After Lydia finished her tale, telling them that they were imperative to the balance of nature before shooing them out the door, the rulers weren't sure what to say or do. They got the answers they were looking for because now they knew why they were chosen to be who they were and why some wolves weren't so eager to accept them into their lives.

She had an easier time digesting the information but he did not. She sensed that it had something to do with his past and hunters, so she knew it was best not to pry and wait until he came to her. Although, after thinking about it further, she knew she should probably approach him and bring it up, so at least he knew she noticed and cared. For now, she couldn't do so and was left curled up on the couch in the apartment while he was gone.

He made his way to his midnight black jeep, setting the pizza box and the containers — one holding the brownies and the other holding the cheesy breadsticks — on the floor in front of the passenger seat, shutting the door, rounding the car. His hand was on the handle when he felt the breeze from behind him and instantly a smirk appeared on his face.

"I didn't think pizza was your thing," he mused, turning around to face the hybrid.

"Yes well, I happened to be strolling in the neighborhood and I figured I'd stop by and say hello," Klaus replied easily, matching with a smirk of his own, hands clasped behind his back. He walked towards him. "My sister hasn't called in a few days."

"Are you worried that I did something to her?"

"Rebekah's been worried sick but she's been so busy prancing around with Marcel and helping Hayley with my child so she hasn't gotten the chance to stop by," he continued, ignoring his previous words. "So how is my darling sister? Haven't corrupted her yet have you?"

Thomas chuckled, sounding thoroughly amused by his clear concern for Athena. He just couldn't admit that was genuinely on edge, could he? "She's fine. You're more than welcome to stop by and say hello, I'm sure that she'd love to tell you about how happy she is." Then he held up a finger. "And just so you're aware, I'm corrupting her nor will I ever. She makes her own choices."

Klaus waved him off like what he said didn't matter. He obviously came here just to piss Thomas off or try to find something bad about him so he could break apart the bond he and Athena shared. He was so stubborn about them, refusing to believe that his sister could be happy with someone else. He was tired of it, so was she. But did that change anything? Unfortunately, it didn't and they were forced to deal with his constant negativity.

"Yes, yes, you've said that all before. But I did not just come here to talk about my sister, I came here because I've finally figured out what's been bugging me about you, Thomas."

"Oh yeah?" he said, feigning curiosity because he truly did not care. And because he didn't, he turned around and opened his car door, getting ready to leave because he was not about to deal with this shit. His actions only made Klaus more delighted.

"Trauma." Now that made Thomas glance back over at him, his hand still on the open door. He rose a brow, repeating the word back to him with confusion on his features. "Yes, Thomas, trauma. I know the look when I see it. Let me guess, you and your father didn't get along well back in the day, did you?"

His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and his knuckles turned a bit white since he started to grip onto the door. "Excuse me?" Before Klaus could even get out another word, the King grabbed him by his collar and pushed him up against his car. He honestly couldn't care less if he caused a dent. "Listen here, Klaus, you may think you know what I've been through, but you don't. This whole time, you've done nothing but try tearing me and Athena apart. If you think bringing up my trauma is going to accomplish something, you're wrong. It isn't something to fuck with and the fact that you were willing to bring that up is sick. Now get out of my sight."

With a rough shove, Thomas let him go and then got into his car. By the time he turned on the engine, checking his side mirror, the hybrid was gone. Good, let him soak up what he said. He should have known that at some point his past would be found out and he had hoped it would not be Klaus. Hell, he couldn't even tell Athena what he went through but there her brother was, exposing his secrets.

Nearly.

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Athena guessed that she had about twenty minutes before her boyfriend returned from getting the pizza. She knew that it should be plenty of time and yet she wished she had a few hours to herself so she could explore some more. Maybe another time. There was no time to waste so she made quick work of removing her clothes, staring at the bed while tapping her chin before she ultimately decided to place towels on the bed because she felt as if it was disrespectful to lay on his bed without clothes on without him knowing first. She closed the blinds and curtains, turning off all the lights in the bedroom except for a small lamp on the nightstand.

It was now or never. Well, maybe not never, she just wouldn't get another chance for a while.

This time around, she didn't ignore her breasts, looking down at herself without the help of a mirror, watching as her fingers circled her nipples, the buds rising quickly. She blushed at nothing, taking a deep breath. The atmosphere instantly changed as she slowly caressed her stomach, laying her head back against the pillow she had propped up against the headboard. Her skin was soft so she kept her touches light, squeezing her thighs together with a shaky breath once she felt that familiar desire creep up on her.

She told herself that it was just herself in the apartment, in the whole complex, the whole street, the whole world. All that mattered at that moment was herself. She mattered, she was important, and she had control.

Her hand went lower.

Athena pried her lips apart but this time it felt slippery. Arousal. She bit her lip hard, taking a deep breath once she found the spot she was looking for. This time around it was easier because she was wet. She relaxed her body which turned out to be a lot easier than she originally anticipated it would be. With two fingers, she found the nub and rubbed it in a circle. She moaned quietly, her free hand grabbing onto one of the towels she laid down for herself.

Then suddenly, her body took over. She rubbed another circle on her clit, another, and another, and another until she was working up a rhythm. Sweet, sweet moans were falling off her lips and she just couldn't stop them, couldn't keep herself quiet because it felt so fucking good. Her pussy was getting so wet that she could feel it dripping and she was glad that she didn't do this on his sheets. God and she just couldn't stop. She rubbed faster, her breathing coming in quick, short gasps, her thighs shaking.

A tightness was forming in her abdomen and she nearly started crying because she didn't want it to be over. It was getting over too fast but she couldn't risk Thomas coming home and seeing her like this. It wasn't that she was embarrassed to be doing this, it was that she didn't want his first time seeing her naked and vulnerable to be this.

She jolted as the tightness got, well, tighter. Athena was moaning loudly, whimpering, her hands digging harshly into the towel while her other hand was moving at a supernatural speed, her clit gliding around the skin of her fingers. Wet noises were sounding through the room but she really was not paying attention to it. The only thing she cared about was not making it stop because she wanted it to go on forever. She was nearing her end, she knew it was coming. It was rushing towards her, coaxing her, whispering in her ear gently, convincing her to let go. And when she finally did, she wasn't sure there was a more euphoric feeling.

Her orgasm made her eyes roll back, her head tossing back against the pillow, her hand moving at an unforgiving pace, her thighs quivering as she came onto the towels. She cried out, turning her head into the pillow and downright sobbed in bliss as her entire body started shaking, the pleasure surging through her veins, going straight to her veins.

"Oh my god, oh my god," she breathed as she rode out her orgasm. "Yes, yes."

And then everything came apart. She calmed down, taking her fingers off her body, her face buried into the pillow at that point. She couldn't move, couldn't speak anymore. There was a slight emptiness inside of her but that entire emotion was overshadowed by the ecstasy that came after her body finished coming undone. She felt content, perfect, happy. Pants were the only sound left in the room beside her occasional quiet moan from how good she was feeling. She soaked up the moment the best she could, letting herself calm down completely before she finally raised her head to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

Forty-five minutes had passed. Fuck.

Athena gasped loudly and jumped out of the bed, grabbing the towel she had leaked on, tossing it into the laundry bin. She then gathered the rest and threw them into the cabinet in the bathroom where the towels were. Her next step was wiping herself clean with a wet washcloth, tossing that into the bin as well. She grabbed her clothes and put them back on, fixing her hair, and then got out of the room, making her way down the hallway.

She stopped dead in her tracks, her breath leaving her lungs.

Thomas was in the kitchen, the boxes from the pizza place on the counter. He was conveniently standing behind the island, his cheeks so red she thought he was going to burst. When he saw her, they made eye contact, stared at one another. For once, she didn't blush, because instead of her face going crimson, all the blood drained, turning her pale. She tried to form words and couldn't.

"I'm. . .I'm so sorry, I. . .I lost track of time," she stammered, swallow thickly, her voice shaking. She was beginning to feel ashamed for not paying better attention to her surroundings. She should have known when he arrived so she could stop and save him from having to listen to her.

He held up both of his hands, smiling at her in a way she's never seen before. He looked. . .proud. "No, no, no, baby it's okay, it's completely okay. Please don't think badly of yourself." She noticed how he wasn't moving towards her and she didn't quite understand why. He noticed her look and his face got even redder. "I would come and hug you but I'm um. . ." She wrapped her arms around herself, licking her dry lips. He stared at her, internally debating with himself. Then she watched as he let go.

"You know what? Fuck it." She was shocked by his profanity, blinking. "I would come and hug you and kiss you until you couldn't breathe but right now I'm hard and I don't want to scare you because I know you've never seen anything before so I'm going to keep standing right here until it goes down. But fuck, Ena, I tried not to listen, I promise I did. You were just so loud and you sound so beautiful, baby."

"Really?" she whispered, color returning to her flawless features.

Thomas nodded, smiling at her. "Yeah, so beautiful. I know you needed it so I didn't say anything or stop you." He looked down at the counter for a moment and then looked back at her. "Was it good? Or do you not want to talk about it?"

Athena held onto her wrist and nodded with a shy smile. "It felt good, really good." He was happy with her answer, still looking at her like she had done something amazing. He was proud of her and she was proud of herself. "Have you ever. . .?"

"No, never." He scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat. "Look, I'm gonna go take a cold shower to make it go away so you can turn around or close your eyes or something. You can eat something while I'm gone, don't worry about waiting for me. Is that okay?" She nodded and so he moved a bit, but still didn't emerge fully from behind the island. He looked at her, waiting for her to do something so she didn't see the obvious tent in his pants. It was honestly obscene and he really did not want to frighten her.

She never moved.

They communicated silently for the first time, just looking at one another, their words unspoken. Which is why Thomas ended up walking forward, coming into her line of sight. Athena glanced down to look but merely looked back up at him, no sign of embarrassment on her face. He walked slowly towards her and she kept looking at him, not shying away, not even when he stood in front of her and reached down to press a kiss to her forehead, allowing his eyes to close.

Athena pulled back first, smiling. He returned the gesture. With a couple of strides, he was out of the room, going down the hallway to the bedroom. Once he was gone, she grinned to herself, laughing a little. She practically skipped over to the boxes with glee. Right as she was reaching for her first piece, her phone buzzed on the counter. Frowning, she reached over and grabbed it. There was a text from Lydia.

I can help you get your memories back

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Still don't know how these chapters are so long, omg. ANYWAY, how are we feeling about Athena's solo scene???? I feel like it could have been better but I've never written a masturbation scene before so bear with me because there's a first for everything right? No Nathan and Haley this chapter and they won't be for a few chapters I don't think. The reason for that is because these next few chapters will be focused heavily on Athena and her development as a person.

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