Another date

The restaurant was dimly lit, the chandeliers dripping gold over crimson tablecloths, a place where whispers floated like secrets and every clink of silverware felt intentional.

Ares had chosen a discreet corner, far from the prying eyes of anyone who might recognize them. He sat tall, dressed in a sharp black suit, but his jaw was tense, his expression tight like a man forcing control over an inner storm.

Tessa sat across from him, her heart pounding so loud she wondered if the ...