TOR POV

“Sorry to bring this to your door on the same day as the Fete,” I said to Ares as he stood staring into the fireplace.

We stood in Ares's personal quarters for privacy. It was lit brightly by the sunlight beaming in from the tall windows. There was a tall four-poster bed with dark green velvet curtains and a large leather chair by the fire in front of a giant oak table.

“Don’t be.” He turned to look at me; his amber eyes reflected ...