Guilt filled me like stones going down my throat. I had tried to move on from him, yet not once did he think of it.
"Heirs are important to the Kings', especially the firstborn child of the Don."
A feeling settled low in my stomach. "Esme is your heir."
"Yes."
"Seems like the old bitch doesn't like me even though I haven't met her."
Ares smiled at my words, but I think mostly at my insult.
"After all, she's going through such lengths to get rid of me."
His expression changed faster than anything, his eyes turning so cold that it reminded me of the night he shot Reed. It made me realize something: those soft sides I saw, where his eyes cracked the icy interior and showed me emotions, I think they were only meant for me to see.
"She won't get that chance, again."
"Ares?" I said softly.
"My Grandmother... She has a superstition."
"What?"
"Elias..."
