LEILANI'S POV

Grovel, beg, crawl on his knees, and request forgiveness. That’s what Ares would have to do as soon as we left my father’s house. I’m not even sure how he convinced me to come here, but when his lips are on my skin, I’m prone to agree to anything.

As if sensing my uncertainty, Ares took hold of my hand giving me a subtle, but strong squeeze. Something about his presence here took some nerves away, but it was far from ...