Can’t go

The tension in the mansion lingered long after Ares and Richard were finally pried apart. Richard stood at the center of the living room, chest rising and falling sharply, his lip split and bleeding. Ares was breathing just as heavily, hands still trembling from fury, while Tessa and Julian hovered between them in a tight, restless circle as though expecting one of them to lunge again.

But Richard didn’t. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, ...