Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Finding Morgan VIII

"They are here," Ewan announced, bringing the phone down from his ear, eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Everyone, including himself, let out a breath of relief, tinged with little anxiety and hope. This would soon be all over... if everything went according to plan, if this mission ended on a good note.

Ewan couldn’t wait, his impatience was revealed in the fiery nature of his sharp eyes; his feet tapping on the floor was enough to show that he wanted to go home.

"So, how much longer do you think we’re going to be sitting ducks?" Athena queried, stopping for a moment in her pacing, hands folded across her chest. This was the only way to remain calm while her nemesis was just doors away.

Her hands tingled with excitement at thoughts of all the things she wanted to do to Morgan.

And no matter how much she tried to suppress these hopeful feelings, knowing how fragile and unpredictable life could be, she still couldn’t help it; the anticipation caressed the nerves in her belly, bringing her mind to a certain form of fantastical enjoyment she had been yearning for—months now. Years even.

"I’m not sure, but less than an hour," Ewan answered, pausing to peruse Athena’s eager countenance. He shook his head, chuckling softly. "A bit of patience, young warlock... the pieces will soon fall into place."

Athena scoffed lightly, aware that the two agents were exchanging glances at them, perhaps wondering what was going on between them, obviously aware of their turbulent past.

"So, any luck deciding who LadyBug is?" Ewan continued, seeking a topic to pass the time. Their victory was imminent.

"No, not yet. I can’t even make any connections. I guess we’ll just have to leave that truth to time. Or maybe torture it out of Morgan. Or maybe Spider can check it out?" Athena said, her gaze optimistic as she spoke with Ewan.

The latter shrugged. "I already sent the request to Spider. He mentioned that he would check it out, even though he hasn’t heard of that code name before. And he hears a lot of things..."

The last clause was added for the benefit of Athena and the two agents who didn’t know Spider as well as he did.

As an efficient web master, Spider’s ears and antennae for hot gossip and information were another tool in his arsenal.

If only his old friend had heard about those who wanted his parents dead, him too...

He pushed himself deeper into the bed and rested his head against the headboard, eyes closed, phone still clutched in his hand, waiting for good news.

Seeing as Ewan had chosen to remain calm and collected, Athena inhaled deeply, strolled to her own bed, and attained the same position as Ewan.

Okay, she would wait too; she would play the waiting game like a queen.*

The two agents took positions on the old green sofa with ripping seams a few feet away from the door, which was resting tiredly against the peeling yellow wall.

Ten minutes later, Ewan’s phone rang out, shattering the quietness of the room, save for the rumbling of the old fan, which seemed to be doing its job tremendously despite its age and worn nature.

Ewan cleared his throat and answered the call, his eyes fixed on Athena’s so that she would know when it had happened—the good news.

And watched did she, enamored, as Ewan’s face relaxed, the tension lines fading away, leaving behind a smoother version of the handsome face she had come to...

What was she about to say? Love?

Athena had chosen to focus on the action ahead, hoping it would be enough to douse the insane thoughts that kept parading in her mind despite her will to keep them off. Yet... it wasn’t enough.

Wasn’t dating Antonio enough to keep them at bay? Should she sleep with the former? Maybe then her thoughts would be filled with his pictures instead of Ewan’s.

Somehow, however, she knew that wouldn’t be the case.

Athena held in a curse and pushed her mind’s betrayal to the side when Ewan ended the call and got out of bed.

"It’s time to go. The mission is over," He said with a smile and twinkling eyes. "We have captured Morgan."

Athena wasn’t sure when a loud ’yippee’ and ’yes!’ escaped her lips in rapid succession, her fists striking the air in happiness. The agents followed suit.

There were cheers and then handshakes, and then more victorous laughs. The worst of the day was over.

Finally. Athena almost wept in relief, exhilarated when Ewan came to her and gently grabbed her shoulder.

"One battle is won. This is a significant step forward. I think the universe is on our side."

How could he have walked into this trap? He wondered as he used his shirt to cover the empty space oozing blood between his fingers. He cursed when the shirt soaked, when the blood seeped through; he would need medical attention.

"You seem too focused on me that you haven’t noticed the two I’m with..." He grunted, smiling.

Athena furrowed her brow, hearing the gloatful quality in Morgan’s voice. She watched, heart rate kicking up again, as Ewan’s men parted ways; for they had been covering the other two culprits since she stepped into the room.

Stifling a cry of shock, her eyes widened as she beheld two men she was familiar with—men she had worked with. Finn and Jake. Jake, her driver.

How? Didn’t Aiden do a thorough background check?

What was she saying? She had also done a thorough check on Finn, and yet somehow he was here, working with Morgan!

How had these two slipped past their keen eyes?

"Meet my most trusted members: Heron and Dax."

Athena thought she misheard. She could also feel the disbelief emanating from Ewan. But of course, he had talked to Jake at one time and even knew Finn from the hospital. So what was Morgan talking about?

She knew the face of Heron, the one who had almost abused her but for the timely intervention of Ewan months ago, and this wasn’t his face. Did Morgan think she had forgotten?

"Morgan, this is not the time for stupid games. I know Heron personally... I haven’t forgotten the man who threatened to—"

"The offer still stands," Finn/Heron spoke then, startling Athena, cutting off whatever she had to say.

That voice. It was Heron, surely, but that face.

She shook her head, trying to connect the dots, but even that wouldn’t work; it was all hazy. How could this be possible?!

When Ewan moved sharply, Athena realized it was perhaps to cut off Heron’s tongue. She grabbed his arm. "Wait, please. I need him to talk. I need to understand how these two..." s

She gestured toward Finn and Jake, both deathly calm, "...are Heron and Dax."