When will this click? Athena wondered, chewing on her lower lip, impatience flaring within.
With her approaching wedding with Ewan, which had her tingling with excitement whenever she thought of it, the need to tie up loose ends increased. And the one more poignant was Cedric's.
The other, the one that was now a dull ache that she scarcely remembered unless there was a cause for it, was no longer a priority.
Aiden had promised her though that it was still being looked into, that she should focus on her recent role as head of the Thorne Empire, and these days it was getting easier.
She just had to deal with these people, who had wrecked her grandparents at one point; even though her grandfather had told her it might take years, that they didn't have to do that now.
But Athena wanted to do it now. She had set her plays in the right positions. She was just impatient that they were taking longer than she expected.
