"We're sorry, Athena. We will surely find her," Ewan said, struggling to calm the fire flashing in Athena's eyes, struggling to become visible to her.
Athena shot him a glance, sharp enough to cut through glass, before turning away. "If you're going to help me find her in this chaos, then let's hob with it…"
She started moving toward the bar area, hoping her friend had stopped there for a drink.
Behind her, Ewan and his friends watched, lost for words—not just at her sharp dismissal but also at the enthralling sexiness radiating from her.
Ewan, though, didn't like the fact that other men were gaping at her.
Despite the conflict with the men from earlier, the admirers weren't giving up
Ewan didn't blame them.
"Go with Zane and search," He instructed Sandro, ignoring Zane, who was still sulking.
"I'll go with Athena."
He wasn't about to let anyone else appreciate her… assets.
