ATHENA’S POVI sat at the bar, watching the dancers turn and twirl on the pole.This was a different bar. For the sake of Iron, I didn’t bother to go to that previous bar. He worried too much and I just didn’t want him to try to refrain me.The cold beer touched my tongue and I allowed the liquid to sip into me. The dancers were hardly doing a great job. They looked bored and tired, and I shook my head.They were nothing like me.When I used to dance, everyone wanted to watch me. Men and women were fascinated by my skills, and I made tons of money, but I had had to stop that life, especially after the murder.While I watched, I noticed one of the dancers. She didn’t seem very confident. Granted, she was doing a horrible job at it, but she was very uncomfortable. At every turn, she kept trying to shield herself from her nakedness, but she couldn’t do much because of the scantiness of her cloth.I understood her because I had once felt this way, but that was at the beginning. A little wh

IRON’S POV“She brought a human into our midst,” Hades informed me, sounding utterly displeased.“Who?” I asked without paying much attention to him.I was trying to figure out how to find out our traitor, so I could barely concentrate on what Hades was saying.“Athena,” he reported.“What do you mean?” I asked him, taking my mind off what I was thinking about and giving Hades the attention he needed.“Athena returned from wherever she went and dared to bring a woman into our cave,” he said.“Is that right?” I asked, wondering why Athena would do something like that.She had been doing quite a lot of rebellious things lately and I just wondered what was going on with her. I only brought her in because I found out that she was half-human and half-Titan. She had been birthed by a Titan who fell in love with a human, and I needed to save her from wasting her life as a dancer. However, it seemed that she never let go of that life.“Yes, Iron,” Hades said. “I think you should ask her to lea

NESSE’S POVI got into my mansion and the first place my eyes went was the spot where I and Iron’s portrait had been hanging.And nostalgia washed over me.Instead of fighting the feeling that shouldn’t even be there in the first place because I understood the terms, I let it soak me in. Then I dumped my handbag on the couch, took off my pair of high heels and walked bare-footed to the bar. Filling a glass with my favorite wine, I returned to the couch and sat down.Then I took my eyes back to the spot which was now vacant.Maybe I shouldn’t have allowed my mum to get out the portrait, and I almost succumbed to the urge of calling the domestic worker who took it out, but I didn’t. There was no use getting all mushy about a man that was never nothing more than a mere contracted husband. However, if Iron was still here, he would have served the wine, but since the contract ended, I had returned to doing those things pretty much myself.Involuntarily, my mind crawled back to the day every

IRON’S POVEven though the mark wasn’t on Belle’s shoulder, I couldn’t stop thinking that she might be linked to Vince in a way.I didn’t recognize her as his daughter by coincidence.Granted, she didn’t have any of the signs that could have described her as Vince’s daughter, but there was just something about her that gave me the chills. Anyway, I allowed Athena to keep her in the cave for the meantime, but at the same time, I also assigned some Titans to keep an eye on her.Like hawks so that nothing would come as a surprise to us.When it became dark, I slipped out of the cave and went in search of more information.Clearly, I had ordered the hit on the wrong Vince, but that didn’t mean that my real target was dead. Vince was hardly ever human to die like that.I roamed around the city in the middle of the night, allowing the quietness to rub off on me until I got to where I was headed. “You are back,” he stated, his voice croaked with age.“Yes, and Vince is not dead,” I declared

IRON’S POV“Is he dead?” I asked the guard watching over Blake.He shook his head and said, “No, he isn’t.”As much as I was upset, I was shocked that Blake was still alive. I had put him through the worst torture that no one would survive, and yet, he was still breathing. Worse, I had ensured that along with the torture, he must not be fed with food and water, and yet, he still lived.“Has he pleaded for mercy?” I asked further.“No, he hasn’t,” he answered.“Are you sure? Not even a whisper?” I asked.“Not a word of that, Lord Dante,” he responded.“You may leave,” I ordered and he walked out.Then I looked up and wondered what kind of specie Blake was made of. This had to be the most shocking situation I had ever seen. He was stubborn and resilient, but he was also strong, and I worried that that might be a bad thing.First of all, I had applauded his braveness and strength, but after my return and his public display of disrespect, I had realized that something that could be admired