Steam still clung to Winona’s skin as she stepped out of the bathroom, a white bathrobe loosely tied around her waist. She caught sight of Ares standing on the veranda, his phone in hand, his expression unreadable as he typed something.

“I’m done showering. It’s your turn,” she murmured, her voice soft but enough to catch his attention.

Ares turned slightly, raising his phone. “Just a minute. I’m texting Astrid,” he replied.

Winona nodded and walked toward the bed, sitting on ...