POV: Siena Blake

I didn’t move my hand away from Lucian’s.

Even when I saw Ares standing there, right in front of me, with that familiar face that still visited me in nightmares sometimes, I didn’t flinch. I didn’t take a step back. I didn’t even let go. My hand stayed tightly wrapped in Lucian’s, like I was clinging to something solid in the middle of a storm. My fingers didn’t shake, but my heart was pounding so loudly I could feel it in my throat.

Ares didn’t say another word. He just stood there, staring at me in silence. His expression wasn’t cruel or mocking like it used to...