Ewan gripped the steering wheel of his car, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. The streets blurred past him, a stream of city lights cascading by as he raced to get home.
His mind was a chaotic whirlpool of thoughts, each wave crashing into another. Athena. Fiona. Dinner. Sucide.
"Damn it!" He muttered under his breath, glaring at the empty passenger seat beside him, where Athena should have been.
If not for the call, he would have driven her home after the dinner. It was why he had relieved his driver of his work early. However, all his plans have come crashing down.
The memory of Athena's face—beautiful and blank—haunted him. What had she thought when he hurried away? Did she feel abandoned?
The mere idea made him wince, a feeling of guilt clawing at his insides.
