Dread pooled low in Athena's stomach the longer she watched Ewan.
His complexion, already pale from shock, kept draining of color until he looked almost translucent, like someone on the verge of a panic attack.
She had never seen him like this—not even during the worst moments of the court case that had happened between them months ago. His breathing was shallow, shoulders tight, eyes unfocused, hands shaking against his thighs.
Her own mind, frantic and scrambling, was trying to piece together the last words she had spoken. The name she had uttered casually—Limey Linwood—suddenly tasted metallic on her tongue. A strange chill washed down her spine.
She whispered the name again under her breath, slow this time, as if tasting each syllable. And then her heart thudded painfully when the letters rearranged themselves in her mind.
Limey. Miley.
Her eyes flew open wide.
