It was worse. So much worse. Athena thought weakly, wishing for the former spot.
In the brightened atmosphere, she saw Ewan's strong jaw, sharply defined cheekbones, and finely lined lips that spoke tales of teasing. His features had an almost sculptural quality, the angles of his face casting shadows that accentuated his strong masculinity.
The blue of his eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, a vibrant hue that seemed to reflect the very depths of the sea, captivating and intense. His shoulders, broad and muscular, held an air of strength that made her remember those nights of electric passion they once shared.
Just looking at him, she could see the transformation brought on by his recovery; he looked perfect, just as he had been when she first laid eyes on him years ago in the elders council, perhaps even more so.
