[ Thalia's POV ]
{Later That Evening}
I stood on the rooftop of the villa.
It had been provided for Princess Freya since she was participating in the tournament. And because Lady Celestine was accompanying me, her father/my uncle had made arrangements for us to stay here as well.
While other candidates were out there in their tents, roughing it in the competitor's camp.
And here I was.
Broken.
Completely and utterly broken.
Tears welled in my eyes as I leaned against the railings. The cool evening breeze did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside me.
I kept recalling the events of today. Playing them over and over in my mind like a curse I couldn't escape.
We had won.
But instead, it was a humiliating defeat. A slap from reality itself. As if the universe was telling me how foolish I had been to think I could make them regret.
I thought I was getting one step closer to making them pay. One step closer to justice.
Everything was shattered now.
