Chapter 74

Athena's POV

Jess. His dead mate. The woman he'd never gotten over, never stopped loving.

He wasn't making love to me. He was making love to a ghost, to a memory, to someone who would never come back. In his drunken state, he'd confused me for her, and everything - the tenderness, the declarations of love, the promises - all of it had been meant for someone else.

Before I could stop myself, my hand flew across his face.

SMACK.

The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot. The force of it sent shockwaves up my arm, my palm stinging from the impact, but the physical pain...