"So, you're my progenitor?"
Athena sat in the chair beside Leon, her eyes fixed on Altair with a mix of surprise and confusion.
"That's right." Altair smiled and nodded slowly. "Do you not believe me?"
Athena shook her head. "No, I believe you."
She couldn't prove it directly, but something deep within her stirred. Her blood seemed to tremble—reacting faintly to the woman before her.
That sensation alone was proof enough. Altair truly was her progenitor.
She took a sip of her tea, giving Altair a once-over. "She's incredibly beautiful."
Even as a fellow woman, she had to admit—Altair was stunning. Her beauty and figure left nothing to be desired.
Of course, there were certain areas where Athena still felt confident—her breasts and hips.
Altair's chest was generous, and her curves were undeniably attractive. But Athena's were just a little fuller. That small edge was enough to soothe her pride.
