"Wife? That's far-fetched." Athena muttered tepidly, when Zane's face turned bright red after Ewan's declaration.
She watched Zane still, as his eyes narrowed, and became dark and furious.
His jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth could have cracked. Veins pulsed on his forehead, and a thick one throbbed along his neck.
Zane could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest, pumping hot anger through his veins, like lava ready to explode. His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white, nails digging into his palms.
Then he met Athena's gaze, breathing heavily, hoping to see her share the same anger. But she just stood there, her arms crossed and her expression calm—almost bored.
She was looking at him, at Ewan, as if they were nothing but flies buzzing in her way.
Her eyes showed not a trace of fear, no hint of surprise. Instead, she gave a tiny, lazy yawn, covering her mouth with her hand as if she could barely stay awake.
