What is he doing here? That was the first thought that raced through Ewan's mind as he watched Antonio rub slow circles on Athena's hands.
A wave of frustration washed over him, accompanied by a slight tremor in his hands and a dull, painful thud of his heart that seemed to sync with his simmering anger and jealousy.
Zane nudged him subtly, a familiar, silent reminder to keep his cool, to breathe, and to temper the emotions threatening to spill over.
"Ewan, what a lovely sight!" Florence exclaimed, oblivious of the gathering tension in the room, her voice bright with enthusiasm as she sprang to her feet and hurried over to him.
Her hands were warm and comforting as she pinched his cheeks, just as she had done so many times during his childhood.
Ewan couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh, which drew a soft giggle from Kathleen, who was watching—amused—at the spectacle, right before she felt Nathaniel's palm on her thigh.
