Sylas's shrug, as nonchalant as it was, did nothing to ease the mounting pressure. "I did not lie," he stated simply.
Ares studied the man before him, his calculating gaze dissecting every nuance of Sylas's expression. "Perhaps you didn't," he mused with a smirk. "But did you, perhaps, omit certain truths?"
Sylas's face twitched, a minute shift that didn't escape Ares's hawk-eyed attention. "Will you lie now?" Ares asked, his voice icy.
Sylas hesitated, weighing his options. "I am not sureโฆ"
Without a word, Ares smoothly drew his pistol, its cold barrel aimed straight at Sylas. The audacity of the action elicited a frown from the witch. "You tread on dangerous ground," he warned.
Ares's reply was cutting, "You might consider reevaluating playing games with me."
Sylas's laughter held no mirth. "You truly believe you can harm me with that?"
"Would you like a demonstration?" Ares's voice was cool and measured.
