Ares gripped the concrete railing, his knuckles whitening as he looked out at the cloud-shrouded night sky. The balcony's cool breeze did little to calm the distress brewing within.
Iris' words still lingered, refusing to be shaken off. He knew she wouldn't return to the castle willingly, not now that she was with Eleanor.
Ares' mind reeled. Adonis must have confided in her, trusting she'd keep the secrets safe.
"She's damned." His eyes flashed with irritation, his jaw clenched in frustration.
What truly vexed him was Morana's involvement. If she had entered the mortal realm, he would have sensed her presence, no matter how skilled she was at hiding. His instincts told him she lingered in the shadows, hovering between realms.
"Since you're aware she's hovering between realms, you can always summon her if needed." Atlan stepped onto the balcony, his presence calming his brother's agitation.
