Athena's phone buzzed against the carved mahogany side table beside her, the metallic vibration ricocheting through the still room as if it had no right to be there.
Above, the chandelier spilled pale light, its glow gleaming against the polished surface of the drip stand. That light shifted and threw a trembling shadow that moved across Spider's face like a second heartbeat, uneven and restless.
The ringing again struck Athena's nerves, making her shoulders knot. It didn't belong here, not in this fragile cocoon of recovery, whispered prayers, and breaths stolen from the brink.
Spider's case still disturbed her, shocked her. The poison had been deadlier than she had imagined. And how he had survived, was yet a mystery. It was like his body was different.
There were no adequate machinations at the Thorne's mansion, or else she would have done some test.
