AURORA'S POV
The smell of spicy wood and crisp fresh sheets faintly woke my senses as I felt something stopping my neck from moving as I wanted to stretch. My eyes widened as memories of earlier events started rushing back in.
I froze when I felt a masculine hand, a much stronger and larger one patting me on my head. I jerked up from the bed in a rush, refusing to let the hands that tried to murder me a while ago soothe me.
"Hey, hey… Calm down." A voice called, sounding deep and hoarse making me halt. That didn't sound like Hades and it didn't smell like Hades too. The man that was still behind me smelled… reminiscent.
I turned quickly to see who it was. It was Ares the god of war. I recognized his face well because of his mouth-watering build and display on the day of the gathering.
What I couldn't comprehend was what he was doing in my room and behind me.
As if he could read my thoughts from the expression on my face, he spoke.
