Ares' POV
Once Thomas takes my hand, I pull him into my arm, bracing myself as he stumbles. I try to ignore the flaming anger in my chest with how weak he looks. How scared he is.
Though his legs are brittle, I don't hesitate to hold his body close to mine, not ready to let him out of my arms after two months of looking for him. His small arms hesitantly circle my neck, but I don't mind, needing the contact. I turn my head to give Silas a glare, trying to figure out what to do with him but my heart falls from my chest when I see that he's gone.
I whip my head from side to side in fear, knowing that of Silas got away, even if he doesn't come for us again, someone will be hurt.
