“You lied to me, Hera,” It’s the first thing Mary let out when they set foot inside the kitchen

Hera’s eyes, almost pleading when she met hers. “Mary…”

“Why did you lie to me? Why?” Mary’s voice was getting louder out of frustration because of what she saw and hear.

“Why did you let Achilles bring a whore—”

Hera rushed towards her and covered Mary’s mouth with her palm—to shut her up. “Can we talk about this after?” she asked, almost begging as she looked on the way to the living room, afraid that Achilles might hear her.

Mary removed her hand and put it down as she glared at...