The Price of Fury

“This is war, and I will not be beaten by anyone,” Chloe told her reflection, speaking the words like a spell. The studio apartment she kept for herself felt too small for the rage that lived inside her. Ares asked her to leave the mansion for a break.

She had always been used to being the center of things — the carefully manicured woman who smiled at cameras and bent the world to her will. Now that center was gone; her world had tilted and she felt the vertigo at the ...