"Are you well rested now?"
Athena raised a brow, watching her grandmother, who had poked her head into the room after a contemplative knock. Her silence informed the older woman that she wasn't fooled.
But a sigh escaped her lips when Florence entered the room, followed closely by old Mr. Thorne, and then her friends — Chelsea, Gianna, and Areso.
Without asking, she knew that Aiden had implicated her. Seeing as she had just finished a call with him, he had probably informed them that she was still awake by 10:25 p.m.
Somehow, they had known he had been talking with her. They had contacted him, and somehow, he had betrayed her.
She sighed, keeping aside the documents she had collected from the side table — documents that one of Ewan's assistants had given her to check on. It was more load and stress on her, but she would rather die than admit that she was tired, than give up. She was bent on succeeding.
