Athena tucked her slightly shaking hands into the thighs-located flimsy pockets of the sundress, her gaze never departing from Finn and Jake—or was it now Heron and Dax?
She sucked on her lower lip, anger boiling within her, then pain, remembering that Nathaniel had taken to Jake easily, trusting the driver because Aiden had said so. She would have directed some of that anger toward Aiden, but for the fact that she had made her mistake too regarding Finn; she had ignored her gut feeling again.
She needed to sit down, she thought, feeling her head start to thrum with painful aches, wishing for the relief only her meds could provide. But doing so might give Morgan the impression that she was weak, that his revelation had tipped the scales in his favor somehow.
No. She would rather borrow a feather from Ewan's cap, she decided, pushing up her chin subtly, refusing to give in to the feeling of weariness sneaking up on her.
