Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396: Cognac

"What about Lucas?" Ewan asked, sipping from the cup of cognac in his hand, his entire focus on Athena who was also clutching a cup of hers.

She had requested that he join her for a drink before they retired for the night. The children were already asleep, and Mr. and Mrs. Thorne had retired too, into their bedroom. The household was quiet.

"He is fine. Just bruises and a couple of external injuries. Nothing that a few days of rest won’t fix. I also spoke with my grandfather concerning the living situation. He said he will give them the quarters in the east wing, so that this particular house won’t be crowded somewhat. There will be, of course, security stationed around the houses and all..." Athena explained, rotating the cup in her hand.

Ewan nodded slowly, taking another sip. "It’s good what you are doing. You should be proud of yourself."

Athena snorted softly, shaking her cup slowly in her hand, her eyes fixed on the wall clock opposite her. Ten thirty p.m. And her friends were not back yet.

She licked her lips and returned her attention to Ewan, who was having a field day staring at her. She looked away, clearing her throat.

"Tell me about Spider. He looks familiar."

Ewan raised a brow. "Familiar? Spider isn’t one to look familiar to people. He is rarely seen outside."

"I know," Athena concurred, her tone firm. "I understand. But it doesn’t stop the fact, it doesn’t erase the fact that he looks familiar to me." A pause. "I have tried placing his face to a memory or something, but it’s just not working. How much do you know of him?"

Ewan shrugged, leaning back into the couch. "Not much like I have told you. He joined the gang at barely sixteen." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Why would you lot take someone that young, someone not even up to the age limit for an adult?" Athena questioned, brows furrowing.

"He was desperate. I accepted him because he reminded me of me—his desperation did, rather. I knew what it meant to be in that situation where you believe only some gang or cult will save you."

A sip of cognac. "And that’s why I took him in. He didn’t do any hard work though... luckily for both him and us, he was a computer genius. But it didn’t exempt him from training. Spider can shoot a gun like any of us."

"And has he even gone on a mission before?"

Ewan shook his head. "Not that I am aware of."

"You think you met him in one, during your time at the CIA?"

Athena inhaled, her gaze flicking away. "I don’t know. He is just familiar."

Just then footsteps were heard outside, interrupting their conversation. They both kept quiet, eyes trained on the entrance; their brows raised when Chelsea and Gianna stepped into the sitting room, whispering about something.

Whispering—because Athena could see, could gauge from their standing positions as they moved in, that they had been talking about something; an action that paused when they took notice of her presence, of her presence and Ewan’s.

"Athena... you are still awake..." Gianna started, eyes darting between Ewan and Athena, and the bottle of cognac, as she approached the duo.

Athena got to her feet, hugged her friend, and then Chelsea, who looked uncomfortable, nervous.

"We saw the news..." Gianna was still speaking, after exchanging pleasantries with Ewan. "What does that mean for you, for us?"

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