When Athena regained consciousness, the first thing she felt was the warmth of strong arms cradling her. Haven't I...
Her head rested against a broad chest, and the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed faintly in her ears.
Blinking slowly, she lifted her gaze and realized she was in Mors' arms as he carried her out of the cave. He must have found me gone for too long.
The soft glow of two camera bots hovering nearby lit their path, capturing every detail. Won't the audience find this...
Beyond the bots, the live stream audience watched with bated breath, their chat feeds exploding with excitement and speculation.
"You can put me down," Athena whispered, her voice still groggy but laced with embarrassment. My vest would be blown. He is also injured!
Mors didn't even glance at her, his stride steady and confident. "It's not necessary. You weigh like a feather," he replied casually.
