Athena was utterly amused and pleased when Fiona finally realized that the man covered with the stench and droplets of blood, sitting on the bare floor a few feet away from her, was Morgan—her main boyfriend.
Athena watched with a satisfied smirk on her lips as Fiona drew back her head, as if struck, momentarily forgetting the pain smarting her legs, and gaped at Morgan, then at Ewan, and finally at her.
Athena could see the looks of disbelief, shock, and annoyance flashing across Fiona's face—both at Morgan and at Ewan—right before the woman let out a curse.
"You let yourself get captured! You fool! Who will get me out of here then?!" Fiona gritted out, her hand tapping gently on her fractured leg, hissing when the pain kicked up a notch.
