Run Tonight

The morning began quiet, deceptively normal.

Ares was in the study going through some files, Julian sprawled lazily on the couch half asleep, and Lady Bianca sat by the window of the living room sipping tea, her crimson robe neatly folded over her knees. The smell of breakfast still lingered faintly in the air.

Then the phone rang.

Ares looked up first, the sharp tone cutting through the silence. Lady Bianca reached for her phone on the table. “Yes?” she said briskly, her ...