"Thank you," Athena muttered, albeit gratefully, accepting the white silky handkerchief Ewan gave to her to wipe the bloodstains off her face and neck. "I'll have it washed, ironed, and ready before the next time we see…"
Ewan laughed heartily in response. "How will you know the next time we see…"
Athena opened her mouth to give a reply, but Ewan beat her to it.
"Never mind. You can keep the handkerchief." A shrug. "As a keepsake…" He added after a pause, smiling when he saw a genuine, soft smile perch on Athena's lips.
He was much satisfied about this, since the only smile that had besotted her lips since their encounter with Morgan—up until this moment—was a sinister one, a cruel one that only an evil stepmother could pull off.
Meanwhile, the 'soft genuine smile' faded from Athena's lips while she wiped her face of blood stains, as she watched Morgan and his two men being led into the back of the black van Ewan's men had come with.
