42. Haunted past

Athena's POV

It was a matter of life and death. There was no one around to save me, I had to help myself out of the situation or get killed.

He made no attempt of getting off me soon. I played the only trick I knew might work, one I learnt from training in my old pack-- play dead.

It was a risky venture if the attacker continued exacting pressure, but I tried it regardless as I was losing my strength drastically.

I stayed still, I released my grip on his thick arm and acted dead. He got up from me instantly, a drop of his beading sweat fell on my face as he turned to face the door.

I reached for the lamp on the drawer and aimed at his head.

It hit him on the side of his face as he wailed in pain, glass shattering on the floor as I crawled out of the room hurriedly...panting.

"Dante! Somebody help!" I screamed out and in the mindlink.

I was approaching the study when I saw Dante rushing towards me.

I pointed at the door from which I came as he squatted beside me,

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