Chapter 167

Tristan

The first thing I registered was her face.

Athena's face hovering above mine with tears streaming down her cheeks and those green eyes I'd memorized shining with relief and something else, something that made my chest tight.

The second thing I registered was that I felt good.

Too good.

My body hummed with energy, with strength, with a vitality that shouldn't have been there and I blinked trying to understand why everything felt so right when the last thing I remembered was pain and darkness and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

The bike race.

The memory hit me in fragments, flying down the mountain...