Athena waited until Mors left the estate before making her move.
She had memorized his schedule, he would be at the military headquarters for at least six hours. That gave her more than enough time to investigate without raising suspicion.
She changed into comfortable clothes, tying her hair back in a loose ponytail before making her way to his office.
The estate was eerily silent, the morning light filtering through the high windows, casting long shadows along the marble floors.
Mors' study was located at the far end of the main wing, a place she rarely entered in her past life.
She reached for the door handle but hesitated. A strange feeling clawed at her chest, a mix of excitement and apprehension.
If she found out the truth, what would it change? If Mors was reborn like her, would he admit it?
Pushing aside her hesitation, she turned the handle. The door was unlocked.
That was unexpected.
