Athena gave a subtle nod, her eyes conveying silent instructions, Jessa acknowledged with a barely perceptible bit of her head before slipping stealthily toward the rear of the procession
After four hours of solemn marching, the funeral procession finally arrived at the burial tite
Margaret’s coffin was lowered into the grave pit. Shovelful by shovell, the earth filled the pit until the coffin was gradually swallowed.
Athena knelt before the grave, sobbing as if her heart would break.
No matter how desperately Athena cried out, Margaret would never answer her again.
As dusk deepened, the mourners sl
slowly dispersed, leaving only
ly Athena kneeling alone before the grave.
She remained silent, her eyes hollow and less
With Margaret’s passing, it felt as if Athena’s very soul had left with her
Seeing Athena like this, Michael’s heart twisted in agony
Michael said gently to Athena. “Athena, Margaret surely wouldn’t want to see you grieve like this. You must pull yourself together. She wanted you to live happily and freely”
Athena suddenly looked up, her eyes red–rimmed from crying, and fixed Michael with a determined gas. “Michael, have a show for you. Care to
watch?
“What k kind of show? Michael asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice
“If you want to see the show, hide behind the bushes,” Athena said firmly, “No matter what you see or hear, don’t make a sound.”
A cold, steely glint flashed in Athena’s eyes. Michael looked at her with a puzzled expression, but despite his confusion, he nodded. “Alright”
Michael got to his feet and slipped behind the bushes, hiding himself as instructed.
Peering through the foliage, Michael watched Athena intently.
Before long, Jessa marched over while dragging Willow along.
Jessa slammed Willow down hard in front of Margaret’s grave. Willow was bound hand and foot.
When she saw Athena, Willow shrieked frantically, “Athena, what are you doing? Let me go!”
Beside Margaret’s grave gaped a freshly dug pit. Willow was instantly terrified out of her wits, her aristocratic composure shattered
Athena rose and delivered a brutal kick, sending Willow tumbling into the pit. Looming over her with icy contempt, Athena snarled, “Willow, I told you I’d kill you. This is for Macy Forrester and Thalia Blackwood!”
Willow thrashed and writhed in the pit, her eyes wild with panic. “Let me out. Athena, you can’t do this. If you kill me, you’ll never get away with it. I’m the Marchioness of Somers. Do you really think you can escape the consequences?”
Willow was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. “No I can’t die. I don’t want to die. Athena, please, I’m begging you. Let me go. Macy and Thalia’s deaths had nothing to do with me. Please, you have to believe me.”
Dirt rained down on Willow’s body and lace. She shricked uncontrollably, her aristocratic composure shattered. “Have you gone mad? I’m the Marchioness of Somers. If Michael finds out about this, he’ll kill you!”
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