Regrets Ares woke with his mouth filled with dust and regret, the sun stabbing through the thin fabric of a shirt he did not remember fastening. His head throbbed like a drum.

He blinked, disoriented, and the facts of last night came back in fits: the confessions, the music, the fight in the grass, the way Tessa had looked at him as though they’d shared a small, terrible truce. Then further back and deeper, he remembered Tessa on the bench and Chloe at his side. For a couple of slow seconds ...