Spider can't be this stupid! This foolish! This dense! This…
A thud from behind disrupted Ewan's cursing of his friend as he marched toward the location of the gang they had just escaped from. He had also been tapping furiously on the torchlight he had taken from the table before his jump from the plane.
He paused, frowning, wondering if he had misheard.
Surely not. He surmised. The sound had been unmistakable.
Turning aside, his eyes widened when he saw a figure trying to get up in the dark.
That shape, that gait, could only belong to one person. And when her scent drifted into his nostrils as she approached, he thought he was dreaming, that his need for companionship had conjured the ghost of his ex-wife.
"Athena?" he whispered, as though trying to confirm her presence, even though she now stood a few feet away, staring up at him.
"Are you stupid?" was the response he got in return—a consequence of the worry mixed with annoyance brewing in Athena.
