The Warning

“Tessa, wait—what are you saying?”

Ares’ voice was low, tense, cutting through the dim light of the room. He stood near the window, one hand gripping the edge of the curtain, eyes narrowing at her.

Tessa stepped closer, her expression pale and urgent. “I’m saying Ethan is planning something, Ares. He’s not done. I don’t know how far he’s gone, but I know he wants to bomb this house tonight. He’s been watching, waiting for the right time and he has concluded ...