Thirty-Four

Athena

"It was a fucking mistake!" I snapped, feeling irritated at his tone of voice.

Luciano's eyes narrowed in an icy glare. "Do not talk to me in that tone, Raven."

Hilarious. He had ignored my presence, walked into his room, and locked himself up like some self-condemned prisoner. And now he thought he could tell me what to do?! I scoffed and rolled my eyes, clearing the mess I had made.

I was tired. I had a damned headache looming in my head, hanging over me like a fucking guillotine. The last thing I needed was a half-tempered man yelling at me.

Luciano watched from the kitchen doors. I could feel his hard gaze on me as I tossed what was supposed to be our dinner- my dinner- into the trash can. My stomach grumbled, but hell it was just a little hunger and I had survived worse.

No thanks to the brute behind me. I marched past him, tired of his looks. He could go to hell for I cared. I was so damn tired of it all.

"Raven," he called when I was a few steps away. I stilled, ref