Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Long Night XIV

Athena heaved in and out repeatedly, watching the wall through which Morgan had just disappeared, wondering if any of her shots had hit the mark. It had to.

“Did you get him?”

She didn’t turn when she heard Ewan’s question as he came to stand beside her, nor did she give a firm answer to his inquiry. Instead, she asked, “How did you know there was a secret room behind the wall?”

Athena had been trying to balance on her heels while aiming for the perfect shot as she watched Morgan stick to the wall like glue. If she had been perceptive enough about his intentions, she would have just shot him. There was no way he would have survived it.

But to be honest, she hadn’t wanted to kill him then. She had just wanted to incapacitate him so that he would be ripe for questioning. So much for that now.

“His movements on the wall had been suspicious. I just figured, since this whole place was wrapped in secret doors, that must be it.”

Athena pressed her lips tightly at Ewan’s reply, uncertain what to make of it. He seemed to be oddly aware of many things tonight.

However, she wished she had noticed too; that she had focused on Morgan’s erratic movements—she had thought he was behaving weirdly because of the gas—rather than on getting the shot right.

“I guess thanks are in order again,” She muttered, trying to decipher the pattern on the wall, but it was next to impossible with the smoke clouding the room, despite the special goggles she was wearing.

Ewan shrugged his shoulders. “If only you had gotten him though. Do you think any of your shot made the mark?”

“I am not sure,” Athena replied truthfully. “But I never miss my mark, so I can only hope that I didn’t lose my stance when I heard your shout.”

Ewan nodded slowly, not knowing what to say to that. An encouragement? He didn’t think she needed it. What she needed was a real-time assessment of Morgan’s condition.

“Do you want to pursue him? I can try to open the wall… who knows, I might be lucky again…”

Athena pursed her lips, contemplating this suggestion. Pursuing Morgan didn’t seem like a bad idea; there was a high chance he was wounded terribly, so he couldn’t have gone far. But she also had to consider the people with her. Hadn’t Morgan talked about a massacre outside?

As much as she would have loved to capture Morgan tonight, the lives of her people were much more important.

“No, but we can check it out after we’ve gotten everyone to safety. Let’s see how many of our men we lost tonight and figure out how to proceed. We can deal with Morgan some other time.”

Athena’s words, however, made Ewan chuckle.

She finally turned, looking at him with mounting curiosity. “What is funny? The death of my men? The death of your friends?” She had a blank expression on, but her words dripped with disdain and disappointment.

Ewan laughed softly. “Not at all. If their probable deaths are the reason why you don’t want to go after Morgan, then that’s not a reason at all. They are alive.”

Athena furrowed her brows, watching Ewan—at every turn tonight, he seemed to be surprising her. What was he talking about now?

“Well…” Ewan started, having seen the inquiring expression on Athena’s face. “I am still in contact with Spider.” He paused as he tried to decipher the expression on Athena’s face, which looked green with hues of blue from his special goggles.

He was a bit shocked when she chuckled and shook her head. “Please open the door, Ewan…”

Ewan, who had been expecting her to ask how he was still in contact with Spider, bit his lips, but went ahead to try the pattern on the wall.

Another easy one, he thought, straining his eyes. Morgan must have attempted to locate this with his eyes closed multiple times, to be able to crack it a few minutes ago.

A minute in, the wall caved open.

“Where are you two going?”

Athena and Ewan turned to see Aiden stepping toward them, his eyes darting between the opened wall and them.

“Stay and take care of things here. We are going after Morgan,” Athena answered before walking into the secret room, dragging Ewan with her before the walls could close shut, before Aiden could intercept them.

“So, I guess you were lucky again…” Athena muttered as she looked around the well-lit room they had just entered, which smelled faintly of tobacco and something sweet, setting aside her worries about Aiden and his upcoming silent treatment.

Ewan said nothing, hoping their current task would keep his luckiness out of her mind.

The room in question was just like the one they had left but free of smoke. The duo took off their masks and goggles, holding them limply by their sides as they scanned the room with their eyes.

This room had more libraries, a reading table this time around, and a huge king-sized bed.

“I guess this is his bedroom,” Ewan murmured, picking up the books on the bedside table. He frowned when he saw the titles; he wouldn’t pin Morgan down as a lover of chick-lit romances.

What a surprise, hurray! He mentally shouted sarcastically.

“We can check this out later; let’s follow the blood trail…”

Ewan abandoned inspecting Morgan’s collection and followed Athena as she led the way, tracing the blood trail.

“Judging by the amount of blood I’m seeing, it’s safe to say that you have given him a mortal wound. He possibly has less than a few hours to live.”

Ewan’s words didn’t provide Athena much comfort. Hadn’t she thought Heron was dead? Yet he was still alive and breathing. Worse, she didn’t know where he was or what his location was—only that he would be targeting her for revenge, even without Morgan’s influence.

She hissed thereafter, annoyed and irritated beyond measure when the blood tracks stopped at a wall. What’s with this man and secret doors?!

She stepped aside for Ewan to do his job, not bothering to stress her mental health, even though she knew she could probably crack it if given some time. But that was the main issue. There was no time at all.

Ewan was done in less than a minute. But this time, it wasn’t a room waiting on the other side of the wall; it was a dark passageway.

“Probably leads to the road,” Ewan said, having taken a whiff of the smell of green forest mixed with the murky odor in the passageway.

Athena didn’t bother inquiring about this knowledge; she retrieved her small torchlight, which had been strapped to her hip, and walked into the passageway as Ewan followed closely behind her and the walls shut behind them.

A few minutes later, Athena pressed her lips tightly together when she came to a stop before an open metal bar gate, which naturally led to the road beyond it.

She halted in her tracks and turned to Ewan. “And how do you know this again? By reading ancient texts?”

Ewan nodded after a slight hesitation, contemplating why she sounded angry. Was it because Morgan had escaped?

Yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that a storm was coming his way, especially with the creepy sensation that slid up his spine, just like the one he had felt when he cracked the first secret door.

“So, what do you want to do now? Should we follow the trail?” He asked, noting the blood trail with his eyes, his brows furrowing when it stopped right in the middle of a grassy path.

“I don’t think we need to do that. From the marks on the ground over there, it’s obvious he drove away. And if he did that successfully, he might survive the injuries.” A significant pause. “Let’s get out of here, Ewan. I’m sure Aiden is bursting a few nerves right now.”

Ewan chuckled at Athena’s deduction, turning aside to stare at her.

Under the glittering moonlight, she looked beautiful, ethereal to him, despite appearing a bit worn out. Her lips which enticed him, were pressed into a thin line as she gazed up at him.

“What are you looking at?” She asked gruffly, quenching his desires for a second.

He shook his head in response, not trusting his voice; swallowing his shame when she eyed him sharply and walked back into the passageway.

They made a stop in Morgan’s bedroom, deciding to search there.

“Please be on the lookout for any more secret doors while I search. Since we didn’t get Morgan, we might as well gather some clues. The president’s men should be here already,” Athena said, pausing in her cupboard-opening act to check her wristwatch.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ewan replied meekly, glancing at Athena, hoping to see some emotion on her face—humor, irritation—any would be good enough for him—but she continued her work as if she hadn’t heard the tease.

He frowned and returned to his task. The bad feeling was creeping back again.