HERA’s POV

At a quarter to four in the morning, Achilles and I traveled to Mary’s house. And at precisely four-thirty when we arrived at the airport. I could see the happiness in Mary’s eyes—I could see the excitement in there.

“We just need to wait for two hours. Is it okay with you?” I asked when I sat down beside Mary.

Mary smiled at me and nodded. “It’s okay. It’s not that I will die waiting for 2 hours,” she replied, which made me laugh. “Anyway, where’s Achilles?” Mary asked.

I smiled meaningfully, which made Mary frown and slightly squinted her eyes. “What?” Mary muttered.

I pressed my lips...