บท 147: A Good Day To Die!

"For the last time, Tessa. Tell me where I can find her!" his words thundered and Athena felt he was merely overreacting but then what was young love without a little bit of youthful drama? She mused and let his outrage go. 

But not for long..

A stray minute soon fizzled out wherein Athena observed Tessa as she tried to contain her now sweaty palms. Why should her palm suddenly become sweaty in a briskly aerated room and that early in the morning if she did not have something to hide? The fact that her face had assumedly also lost a bulk of its gracious colour caused her majesty to begin to feel more than a tinge of suspicion.