Ewan could still recognize the woman standing before him. Only that it seemed eons ago since he saw this particular version of hers.
The Athena he knew in recent times had always been calm, deliberate, composed, loving and soft when she accepted his request for another chance—but the one staring at him now was all fire and storm, her fury scorching every word that left his lips.
Her eyes, dark and gleaming, reminded him of molten glass—hot, brittle, and on the verge of shattering.
The moment she had spoken those words—you're only permitted to see them once a month—something in his chest cracked open. The ground beneath him suddenly seemed to tilt, and he felt as though the world had narrowed to the space between her and him.
His children. His heart. Did she think he'd survive it? Because he was sure he wouldn't.
