Athena held out for two days, recovering from the mutant hangover and the simple, earth-shattering shock of finding out Logan now owned her family’s farm. She’d pulled out impressive avoidance tactics, even for her, to keep from discussing anything about him, the farm, or the mess in Chicago with her sisters. But by the time Maggie’s name flashed across her phone—again—she understood her time was up. The options were to talk to Maggie or become the object of a family intervention.
She answered the phone. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Color me surprised. Pru told me about the farm. How are you feeling about all that?”
Her shoulders hunched up around her ears. “You know I hate the F word.”
“Don’t make me come out there.”
She would, if she thought it necessary. But Maggie had already
