A deadly silence descended in the room, so quiet that it could be likened to a graveyard. It was obvious the people hadn't expected Fiona to turn her wicked claws on Ewan, who had been her ardent supporter since day one.
Shock rendered them speechless, numbing even their minds; they had never seen wickedness displayed in such a fashion. Wasn't he her fiancé for whom she was fighting so fiercely?
Ewan was the numbest of them all. His eyes were so fixated on the projector, and he looked like a statue. Aiden felt a wave of pity for him wash over him.
Sandro rising from his seat broke the trance to some extent. "Athena, what is this? How…" He stuttered and shook his head as tears of anger burned in his eyes. "Is this the reason for the blackouts?"
"Blackouts? What is he talking about, Athena?" Elder Timothy asked, finally finding his voice.
