Lies to cover up

They arrived at the hospital as the night bled into a bruised, early morning. The emergency room smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee; the fluorescent lights gave everything a pallid, unkind wash.

Lady Bianca moved through the sliding doors like a storm contained in an elegant body, her shawl twisted about her shoulders, the nerves at the corners of her mouth taut as wire. Ares was a taut, silent shadow at her side, anger coiled tight in him, the kind of anger that made ...