ARES' POV

The scariest part wasn’t that Little Leister was doing something to me.

It was that whatever it was, I wasn’t ready to rebel against it.

Hell, a dark, forbidden part of me was curious...curious to see just how far he would go, and how far I would let him.

The soft, slow hum of the romantic song washed over the hall like a spell. Everyone else seemed to fade into shadows as Little Leister and I moved together, syncing to the slow, sensual rhythm. His slender waist brushed ...