"I heard you met with my brother during the speech…"
The faint sound of cutlery hitting the plates faded as Aries paused in cutting the steak. She gazed up and her eyes instantly landed on Joaquin sitting on the other end of the long table.
"Curious?" her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Or terrified?"
"Hah… maybe a little bit of both. Although I will say fear is not the accurate term for it." He shrugged. "With what my wife displayed, catching me off guard, I am intrigued. What did you gain from it?"
Aries pressed her lips into a thin line as she pondered about it. "Connections." This time, her smile reached her eyes as they squinted. "You may still think of me as a mere slave, returning for vengeance. Suit yourself. I have other options."
"Circe." Joaquin breathed out, resting his arms against the edge of the table. "I made a mistake."
"You didn't, Joaquin. You made a choice."
