Greek God

Kiara:

Following my clash with Zane, I stride back to my room; the door slamming behind me in a burst of anger. Ariana is there, her face bright with a broad grin, eagerly awaiting feedback. But I ignore her, throwing myself onto the bed and repeatedly pummeling the pillow.

“Ma’am,” Ariana says, reaching for my hand. She halts my assault on the pillow, and I turn to face her, my brows furrowed in irritation.

“We should get you out of those clothes,” she says, and I exhale a sigh.

I take a deep breath and decide not to lash out at her. She’s innocent in all this. The real foe is Zane Malibu, and I must keep my attention on him.

As Ariana assists me in removing my dress, a thought occurs to me.

“Ari,” I call out. Her eyes widen at the nickname.

“Ye...yes, ma’am,” she stammers, and I scoff. I remind myself that she will have to get used to the shortened name.

“When do you think Mr. Malibu will want to see me again?” The question lingers in the air, sounding out of place and revealing my