ATHENA
The room erupts in a flurry of moving bodies and raised voices while I stand to the side, clutching my robe as tight as I can and watching the entire scene with rapt confusion.
Nobody pays me any attention. I have absolutely no recollection of last night or how I got here.
Davina currently crouches over a very still Hector, completely panicked as she tries to wake him over and over again.
"Sir? Can you hear me? Sir! I think he's unconscious," she says to no one in particular.
My eyes finally stray to Hector's face and I feel a subtle ache in my chest as I take in his shut eyes and gently heaving chest. He exudes that gorgeous, powerful aura even in sleep.
Before I can form a coherent thought, the door slams open and a bald, middle-aged man walks into the room, clutching a suitcase. I recognize him instantly. Dr. Reus.
