Ares's POV

"Fuck, no," I exclaim as I hurry over to kitty. The car that had hit her had already left the scene. At this moment, it was irrelevant. Not while Adriana was sprawled on the road, unresponsive. I drop to my knees and carefully lift her onto my lap. The tears flowed uncontrollably down my cheeks. Or the agony that was ripping through me at the idea of living without her.

"Open your eyes, kitty. Please..." I say, but she keeps them closed. I assess her pulse. It was ...