I didn't dare utter it, and I was tongue-tied, the shame of what happened down there making me weak to think or even speak.
His thumb stroked my chin before it lined my lips and forced them into my mouth.
"He will live."
I should find relief, but I don't… the dangerous glint in his eyes told me he wasn't gonna just let Reed live. But I can't question him because I could discern that he was gonna walk down the stairs and shoot him in the eye.
The bloodlust rolling off him was proof enough.
Ares freed me, and the loss of his touch felt like a part of me was stolen.
"Sweet dreams, baby."
I was still as Ares left my room, closing the door behind him. A mix of emotions challenged my inside.
I didn't know if I should scream, dig the ground and let it swallow me up for eternity, feel guilty for getting carried away while Reed was bleeding out on the floor, call Ares back and have him finish what he started, or tell him to go to hell.
