What else are these two not privy to? Morgan gnashed his teeth bitterly, openly glaring at Ewan, unable to help it. They seemed to be an encyclopedia—with the amount of information they literally had about him, about everyone, about everything.
Just how far did their tendrils reach? He bit his lips, unable to suppress the loathing coursing through his veins, immersing himself in the feeling of his pathetic helplessness.
How did Ewan find out about the necklace? If the Wolfsbane knew, then Athena knew too.
Morgan held in a scoff. The only thing he had managed to accomplish concerning Athena was bringing her close to her ex-husband.
If he had known the truth—if he'd realized she was a labyrinth of mysteries—he wouldn't be in this mess. Instead of playing manipulative games, he'd have run, or worse, killed her while he had the chance, instead of entertaining the idea of sleeping with her.
