When Winona opened her eyes, the room was still dark. The only light came from the faint glow of the moon seeping through the window. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but she could feel the heaviness in her body and the lingering warmth on her skin from Ares’s touch.

She shook her head and sighed, her chest tight with emotions she couldn’t even name. When she turned to the man beside her, he was lying quietly, though she couldn’t tell if he was asleep or awake.

“Ares?” she ...