Morgan was elated. Freedom had come. Finally, he'll be escaping from this hellhole.
With his shoulders, he nudged the fellows beside him, while using his leg to gently touch Fiona, who had been chained to a rod near the middle of the room.
The three of them opened their weary eyes, fixing their gaze on Morgan, who had a triumphant smile on his lips.
"Idiot, what are you smiling about?" Fiona managed to ask through her dry, bleeding lips, annoyance creasing her features.
"The rescue team has arrived, my love. We will be out of here soon," Morgan said, his voice thick with hope.
Fiona's heart soared immediately, her mind taking the hope like wings and flying free from one fantasy to another.
Once she was out of here, she would move straight to another continent; away from Morgan, away from Athena, and anything related to her—including Ewan. None of these people were worth her sanity.
