Matthew was a degenerate. A psychopathic fool. A–
Athena's anger wouldn't let her push for more words.
He wanted to inject Ciara with the virus? Wanted to infiltrate her party tomorrow with the same poison? What else—what other vile plan did they still have hidden in their arsenal?
She exhaled sharply, only to tense when she felt Ewan's hand at her back, tracing small circles against her spine. When she met his gaze, her mind went blank, bankrupt of thought for a whole second.
This man. She thought with a pang, turning away quickly. He had the capacity to drain her of coherent thought in troubling situations like this, and she hated how easily he did it.
Yet, she didn't pull away from the circles either. They were comforting. Safe. Almost… friendly.
Mary's voice broke the moment.
"I think we should follow the boss' orders. He has not yet given the go-ahead to invade the party. But you can take it up to him. You're always as bold as a lion."
