Chapter 39

CLAUDIA. I never thought that the day would come when I just start to wish that I died by a fire, but it's happening right now. Nana's words continue to haunt me as I stand there, seemingly stuck in place. Achilles is grabbing her hand, still stopping her from slapping me, and judging by the expression on her face, I can tell that it's starting to hurt. "Let her go, Achilles," I whisper, and to my surprise, he does just that. Nana sneers at me. "This is how low you two get. Breaking the arm of an old woman just for that wench." "I'm sorry," is the only thing I can say. ‘You had nothing to be sorry for,’ Achilles tells me indignantly through our mind-link. But I can't even bear to look at him. I can’t believe that he’s here for me, but at the same time, I wish he didn’t come. I wish he’s not here to take half of the hate that’s supposed to be for me only. Nana turns to me again, her gaze flickering from Achilles to me. "I know what you two are planning. You want to take the vill