"Your mind seems occupied. And you have barely touched your food. Is the food not to your liking?" Antonio's voice was able to coax Athena from her thoughts about the mission she wasn't present in.
Were her people okay? Were any injured? Especially those that had gone to the gang's hideout. Were they hurt?
She swallowed, her throat bobbing as she forced her focus back to the present, and picked up her cutlery with slightly trembling fingers.
Herbert would not be pleased if something happened to Zane, unhappier if he got to find out that they had gone on a mission to retrieve Ciara's parents—she wasn't sure if Zane would be able to keep the truth from his father if he came back injured.
She mumbled a prayer of protection mentally, her lips pressing together as she glanced at the time on her wristwatch. They should be rounding up the mission by now.
However, Athena looking at her watch passed the wrong message to Antonio. He frowned, his brows knitting together.
