Bloodline War

“Tell the pilot to prep the jet. We leave in ten.”

Ares’s voice was sharp, controlled but the fury behind it cracked through every word like lightning. He stood in the middle of the hangar, still in the same black shirt from the hospital, his sleeves rolled up, his hair disheveled, eyes burning with sleepless rage.

Tessa and Chloe stood a few feet away, watching him in silence.

“Ares, think about this first,” Chloe said finally. “You just got your mother admitted an ...