Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

"I'm so sorry about my stupid brother. His obsession with Alex got out of hand. He shouldn't have done that. If you want to kill him, you have my blessing," lan says, and I smile.

I do want to kill Arnold. But I've had enough blood on my name, and knowing Alex, he will just cause chaos.

He's just like his father. I mean, we haven't heard from John or know where his wereabout are since we got the formula. But knowing Eli paid him a visit, I'm pretty sure he is on the other side.

And by otherside, I mean the world of flowers where no living soul exists.

"Your mother will be so upset when she hears that," I say.

"My mother loves me. She'll understand." He passes me a cup of coffee, then sighs.

He looks like he's deep in thought, pretty much his signature look. Alex once told me lan is different from us. I didn't understand it then, but now... I'm starting to see it.

He processes feelings differently. Where we feel something at a ten, he feels it at a thousand.

It explains the way he loves his patients, how fiercely he protects his friends... and how completely devoted he is to Sloane. He barely leaves her side.

But Alex's words echo in my head like a warning,

"If he can feel that deeply with love, what happens when it's hate?"

"What has you so gone?" lan's voice snaps me back.

I smile faintly at him.

"I just have so much to think about, you know. Unlike me, your life is per"

I stop myself.

Stupid and Insensitive.

Athena. Ten points

his head

She and Mum... they're everything to

like it's

takes another sip, his eyes

at me. "They're strong women. Nothing will happen to them.

my eyes, forcing a smile to my lips. "Sensitive? Me?

blinking

"I'm just tired."

obvious. You get this

despite myself, reaching for a croissant from the plate

that

Doctor. Of course, I notice, how

growing in size, I see. Is that

don't think I like another man making my Queen laugh."

the top of my head before joining us on the table. "Should I prepare for World War three?" lan leans back in his chair.

my eyes, fighting the grin tugging at the corners of

a normal person. No, of course not. He sprawls like a king, claiming his throne, stretching one arm along the back of my chair, the other resting on the table

fixed on lan, narrowed... and

hand, is unfazed. He pops a grape into

the most

that's why they're

Is death

makes me funnier. You can't blame the natural sense

his head, slow and calculating. "You know how many people I've buried

choke on my