#Chapter36

Aphrodite

“I have a question for you,” I say quietly. This might get me into trouble, but frankly I don’t give a damn.

Ares stops walking, and I keep my eyes on the sand to avoid his scrutinizing gaze.

“About?” He asks, his voice almost deceptively pleasant.

I let out a deep breath. “Please don’t hurt me for this, but why is your tribe so barbaric? Do you know how far one can get with simple kindness?”

Ares barks out a laugh, tugging my body close to his.

“People don’t fuck with what they fear, Aphrodite. Everyone is far to scared of me to ever challenge me. Jesus, even...