Ares’ POV

Anger ripped through me as I worked on her bruises. Anger directed towards none but myself. I caused this myself, I made her a mess.

As if seeing the war going on within me, she took my palm and caressed it, drawing soothing circles around my palm.

“It’s alright,” she said even as I saw a hurt flash in her eyes.

“No it is not okay,” I withdrew and put some space between us, “I should have believed you.”

She smiled and came to where I stood, “where’s the fun in that.” A smirk curled at the corner of her lips. “It made me want to discover who...