ARES POV

 

 

Should we say Brianna and I were lucky? Well, that seemed like the right word. 

 

If we hadn't managed to get away from each other's grasp when we did, we would have been caught. When they had told me they would be returning that day, I never expected it would be in the next hour.

 

“Hey! What's up with the both of you? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” Mother asked, or would I call her my stepmother? Nah! Brianna's mother sounded nice enough. 

 

She dragged herself and her bag into the house and sank her ass deep into one of the sofas. Father followed...