ARES’ POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on the most intoxicating sight I’d ever laid eyes on. There she was—Little Leister—my little one, sprawled across my massive bed, her delicate frame curled up around a pillow like she’d always belonged here.

The shirt I’d put on her earlier barely covered her. It was an black sleeve shirt that hung off her frame, stopping just mid-thigh. But now, her sleep had stirred the fabric, shifting it higher, revealing sinful ...