Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 379: More Worries V

"How long before they get to Montana?" Susan inquired about twenty minutes later, now seated on the armchair beside the sofa where Old Mr. Thorne sat with his wife.

In the next chair was Aiden, typing furiously on his phone. Athena hoped he was communicating with either Shawn or Eric; she hadn’t heard from them since the last call. Neither had she heard from Ewan and her kids.

Her heart sank into her stomach as a dark thought flashed through her mind—what if her enemies’ plans included them? What if they had been hijacked on the road?

She shook her head hard. No. The Thornes’ security was tight, professional. She didn’t think her enemies would be that reckless, that dense.

Still, they had obviously reached out to Lucas and his family. Lucas had no real protection though, not the way the Thornes did. Not really...

But how could she have known the criminals had marked them? That the sponsors of the Grey Virus—the ones behind the evil—would choose to use Lucas and Kendra as bait?

A hissed curse broke from her lips as her hand stamped against her thigh. She was still in a swimsuit, her skin sticky with chlorine from earlier.

"Athena..." Florence’s voice cut into her spiraling thoughts.

She met her grandmother’s gaze, calm when it should not have been calm, steady when worry should have darkened it.

"We will get through this," Florence said, voice carrying quiet conviction. "We always have."

"What if they’re dead before Eric gets to them?"

"They won’t be. Let’s all stay positive. Besides, what would the idiots gain if they kill

for the fun

voice cut in, calm but firm, the kind of tone

will be here soon with the

sternness in her grandfather’s eyes silenced her. She sighed, pushed herself to her feet, and

Susan followed close behind.

didn’t answer my question. Should I call them?" she whispered,

the doorway she watched as her mother’s good friend walked to the wardrobe and pulled out the

tossing the swimsuit aside, cleaning her body with a flimsy cloth, and pulling on a pair

polo came next, sliding over her head. It

slowly. "But what

ruffling distractedly through her damp hair. "The same thing

frowned, lips pressing tight. Didn’t

beat of silence hanging between them. "We’ll just have to steal

your boss and the agents, in case

doubt we’ll

exhaled loudly, smoothing nonexistent creases from her shirt before heading back

Susan asked as they walked

knew what she meant.

had hidden it from her too. She saw no

in conversation with Old Mr. Thorne, discussing the possibility of going to Montana. When they noticed her, both men turned at once. Their frowns landed on