Ares POV

I sat alone at the head of the dinning table, the taste of food in my mouth bland and a sickening emptiness settled in the pit of my stomach. The scent of roast meat and fresh bread filled the air but I didn't pay it any heed. I was feeling satisfied and unfilled at the moment, to the point that the food I was chewing tasted like hard cement. Yes, it was that bad.

I grabbed a wine bottle and poured it in a glass cup. Lifting the cup to my lips, I let the rich taste of the wine roll over my tongue but yet again, wine...