Ewan tried to understand what was going on, but the more he dwelled on the questions, the more he attempted to recall any time during the journey when Athena had felt so desperate for companionship that she had accepted Antonio as her boyfriend, the more his head throbbed with pain.
His body ached, yet it couldn't compare to the pain gripping his heart. Why will she choose him?
Logically, he understood her choice; Antonio was the safe option. However…
He cursed for the umpteenth time since he had left them standing by the Thorne's gates.
For the more he imagined them together—kissing or doing something else—the tighter the grip on his heart tightened, and he ends up cursing again and again.
Not sure what he was doing, Ewan drove to a bar and parked the car but didn't leave it. Looking at the bar longingly, thirsty for bottles of wine or beer to keep the sorrow at bay, he contemplated his actions haphazardly.
