The Proof That Broke Ares

Ares had woken that morning feeling strangely hollow. Not angry or restless. He was just empty. He had been living in that numbness for weeks, ever since his parents died, ever since the footage of the masquerade hit the internet, ever since the whispers began circling Tokyo like a storm searching for where to strike. He told himself he didn’t care. He told Ayisha, coldly and without wavering, that he would never take a DNA test, never acknowledge anything tied to ...