BRIANNA'S POV

I felt so weak that I couldn't even move a hand. My eyes popped open, bringing memories of the previous night flooding my head.

The mere thought of it left me euphoric. I stretched my hands in the air, a yawn squeezing its way out of my mouth.

I thought of Ares and what he was doing at that moment. I wanted to see him and perhaps thank him for last night.

A malicious grin was etched on my brows as I rose from the bed. The room was unusually cold and made my feet uncomfortable. My body wished to return to bed, but the wish to see...