"Where is Zane?" Athena whispered, nudging Sandro softly. Her voice barely carried, but the question hung heavily in the air.
They were sitting in the smaller living room—the gang—joined by Antonio, who had stubbornly refused to acknowledge the subtle signals Aiden was giving him to excuse them.
Antonio crossed his legs, feigning ease, but his eyes betrayed his irritation. The former was rendered even more curious, especially with the bandage he could see nestled around Ewan's thigh.
His rival sat in his combat shorts and a black t-shirt, looking utterly at home in the mansion. Too at home. Antonio wasn't pleased about that.
