The tap again. This time, on both sides of his thighs. More insistent. Nathaniel and Kathleen.
Ewan inhaled gently. Surely he must have said something wrong, he concluded, darting a sharp glance at Kathleen, who had a nervous look on her face, and then at Nathaniel, who had a disapproving one.
But what did he say? Was he wrong to make that sort of joke? Was the fact that his children were now adopted kids of Old Mr. Thorne supposed to be a secret?
Ewan bit his lower lip, his mind's wheels running faster and faster as he began to see a particular train of thought, one he wasn't entirely happy with, especially with Athena looking at him like that.
She hadn't looked at him in that way… since forever… she looked at him as if he were a devil's pawn. And he could understand why.
The Thorne family, no matter the united front they presented to the general public, was anything but that, at least that's what he thought.
