Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 252

Chapter 252: Long Night XVI
Athena watched in incredulity as Ewan squatted, despite the deadly cloud of sarin gas—mixed with some other component she wasn’t sure of —emitting from the safe space, and grabbed the gold bars, the pistol, and a strange necklace that she hadn’t seen earlier.

If he wanted all these, why didn’t he at least grab the face mask first, which they had left lying around during their intensive search?

What was with this foolish man and giving her a heart attack at every turn? They could always come back and retrieve those items. Wasn’t he thinking?!!

Her thoughts, however, seemed foolish the next second when an opening caved in the ceiling and a trail of fire dropped down into the room, leading to combustion.

The bed went up in flames first.

Athena grabbed the journal to her chest, impatient as Ewan dodged the onslaught of flames, and got to her point.

“Fast, open the wall!!”

But Ewan was quite disoriented and couldn’t get the patterns right.

After the third attempt, with the fire ravaging all around them, Athena knew they needed to find another escape route. It was with relief that she discovered the passageway leading to the road was still open.

“Quick, let’s go the other way! Can you run fast?” She asked, seeing the fire consuming everything in its path, even threatening to cover the exit she was looking at.

Ewan nodded, unable to speak; his throat was closing up.

Noticing his struggle, Athena inhaled and exhaled to gain control. She needed to get herself and Ewan out of there in one piece, and then she needed to give Ewan some first aid. It seemed he had inhaled some of the gas.

Without thinking twice, she held Ewan’s free hand while his other hand clutched the goods to his chest. “Follow my lead. Don’t pause for anything, and try to hold your breath as much as you can.”

Ewan nodded weakly, grasping her hand tighter. And then Athena ran as fast as she could, as if her life depended on it, while holding her breath.

She didn’t pause for once, not even when Ewan started coughing, nor when she felt the flames encircle her face, or when Ewan’s jacket and her own caught fire.

She didn’t stop until they were in the passageway, partly because she noticed, as she ran, that the walls were caving in as if to shut them inside the room with the fire.

It felt like someone was watching them.

Athena wasn’t sure how, but she let the fleeting thought go until they were out in the open.

Outside, she gently pushed a frail Ewan to the ground and fell beside him.

“Roll!” She shouted next, rolling and pushing Ewan’s body with hers to extinguish the flames that had clung to their clothes.

When that was done, she pulled Ewan onto her lap, fidgeting a bit when she saw he was turning blue in the face, his eyes opening and closing.

Angrily, she pushed the things he had retrieved from the safe space away from his chest, cursing as she did. “You would have just let them burn in the fire!!”

“We needed our trip to be worth it,” Ewan rasped out, struggling to speak.

“Would it have been if you had died?” Athena shouted, feeling an overwhelming urge to slap the soft smile off his lips. Didn’t he know he was dying?

She shook her head and hastily retrieved a small pouch from her back pocket. “You’re just lucky I brought my needles. You would have been saying hello to your parents right now.”

Ewan tried to chuckle, but blood spattered from his mouth instead.

Athena hurriedly opened the small pouch, took out the needles and the vial of potion, and set them beside her. Then she laid Ewan down on the grassy path, removed his thick black jacket, leaving him in just a black polo, and started preparing the needles after dipping them in the liquid inside the vial.

This should stabilize him before he’s taken to the hospital. She thought, administering the needles at the core points.

When she was finished, she took off her own jacket, lay down beside him, and fixed the needles into her hands. She felt a stirring within her system and knew that she had inhaled some gas, despite trying her best to hold her breath.

Maybe abandoning the face mask had been a bad idea. Yet things had unfolded so quickly that she had been confused about where she had kept her own.

Feeling drowsy, she reached for her phone, ignoring the slight pain in her hands—she shouldn’t be moving—and activated her location so that Aiden could track her successfully, before shutting her eyes.

However, when her ears picked up movement in the vegetation around her, her eyes shot open, and she darted her face to the left, wondering who was moving in the bushes.

Aiden? But that was too fast.

Inhaling quickly for strength, she stretched her hand above Ewan and collected the pistol he had taken from Morgan’s safe.

Feeling the weight, she knew it was loaded.

She kept the gun by her side and shut her eyes once more, her ears attuned to the happenings around her, her fingers poised around the trigger, ready to shoot.

“Do you think they are dead?” Athena heard a male voice, tinged with a little excitement, ask, and she knew whoever it was, they were against her and Ewan.

Members of the gang who had escaped? Her grip tightened on the gun.

“It doesn’t matter. Let’s get out of here. It will only be a matter of time before her people arrive.”

A low laugh followed. “You’ve become a scaredy-cat since the last ambush, Heron. I guess the doctor lady really did a number on you.”

Athena’s breath seized for a few seconds. Heron? Heron was here?

Her tongue felt like sandpaper, and she gripped the gun tighter, counting the seconds until they got closer.

Her thoughts paused, too, when she realized that his voice was quite different from the Heron who had tried to rape her. Instead, his voice reminded her of… She paused, cracking her brain, but the answer eluded her.

She held back a hiss of frustration and focused when the men started talking again.

“But you’re right. Let’s get out of here. There’s nothing to salvage now; the building is in ashes, and the boss is gone, I’m sure. To be honest, I don’t want to get close to the lady, either. Bad things seem to happen when we come into contact with her. Let’s go.”

“Good call, Dax.”