Ewan battled with disbelief, with incredulity, with shock. Yet he knew that Fiona was speaking the truth; maybe because of the resigned tone in her voice, or the clarity, the nostalgia evident in her tired eyes.
Still, knowing this didn't make her words any easier to believe.
He had been friends with Athena.
Once. He had been close to her, had cherished her companionship enough to defy his parents, to stay away from his friend, Fiona.
He tried to remember this, and suddenly a wall shut him out. A wall and pain. He gritted his teeth, his fist clenching.
Damn it! He cursed, giving up.
His eyes found Athena then, staying. She looked as strung up as he was—less volatile though. She was looking at Fiona with what could be akin to amazement.
Hell, he was amazed too. He had been friends with both of them, at the same time. An impossibility that had been possible years ago.
Athena.
