The Footage

Lila sat on Ares’ massive bed, surrounded by soft pillows, the scent of his cologne still lingering on the sheets. It wasn’t her room, and it wasn’t her bed, but she had made herself comfortable anyway. Ares was out handling something with his security team, which meant she had the whole place to herself.

And she planned to use it. She held a small black flash drive between her fingers.

“Old party footage you forgot you had,” he’d said when he delivered it earlier. ...