Ares’s POV

The storm came faster than I expected.

By the time I reached the outskirts of the city, rain was falling in violent sheets, hammering against the windshield as if the sky itself was warning me to turn back. But I couldn’t. Not when Alina was out there — and not when I knew Atlas was moving too.

My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, every muscle in my body locked in a war between fury and fear. The image of her face when she looked at me — broken, betrayed, ...