_Leah’s POV_

After I left Natasha’s room earlier that afternoon, the unease did not leave me.

It followed me like a shadow.

I walked slowly back to my room. My steps were quiet against the stone floor. My heart felt tight in my chest. I kept replaying her words in my mind. Her voice had been low but filled with anxiety.

“I’ll do it properly. They don’t suspect anything.”

Do what properly?

And who was they?

Athena stirred inside me.

She was hiding something, Athena said.

“I know,” I whispered. “But what?”

Natasha had smiled when I knocked. She had spoken softly...too softly. And her hands had shaken. Not the...