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Angel stepped beside Athena who had such natural elegance about her movements, it intrigued her.

"Why are you staring at me that way? I'm not that much taller than you for me to be regarded as such a spectacle," she said in a reproaching tone.

"Oh, sorry. You just fascinate me I guess."

"Touche," she replied, and smiled.

"So Ares really killed Sasha just like that?" Angel finally asked what she had been dying to ask.

"Without flinching too. I think she's a lucky girl though. Darling doesn't kill just anyone."

Angel's gaze settled on how nonchalant her demeanor was, whilst narrating the craziest tale.

"She should be thankful she's dead because of the g– gun used?"

Athena chuckled. "I hear you have a fear, or should I say hatred for guns? How did you survive that—you know?"

"I know what?" Angel's face creased in confusion.

"Your father is Hades, and you live in the tower."