Athena could feel a headache coming on as she tried to swallow the implications of the facts spewing from Morgan's mouth.
Heron was alive?
She felt suddenly ill, wishing she could be out in the open air—she needed to breathe.
Heron was supposed to be dead. Aiden had promised her that he was dead. And now this? Athena felt her temperature quicken in direct proportion to the mounting aches in her brain; she needed her drugs.
Then, she felt a calming touch at her waist. Sharply, even though she knew who it was, she glanced at Ewan furiously—or rather she tried to, but she ended up staring blankly at him.
"Athena, are you okay? You seem like you've seen a ghost," Morgan quipped scornfully, taking a drag of the cigarette, gun still pointed at Susan, who was still maintaining a calm pose.
