Eleanor's eyebrow arched as she looked at the familiar figure in the dining room. She savored her food, her eyes scanning him from head to toe, seeking to fully grasp his presence. He wasn't a vampire, but something else entirely, and his essence stirred a deep sense of familiarity within her.
Her eyes shifted to Ares, whose eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise and recognition. He knew this man, and she sensed a connection. Her attention returned to the mysterious man, her eyes narrowing slightly as realization dawned. He was a demigod.
Ares' hand suddenly clutched her dress beneath the table, his grip tense. "Well, isn't this a wonderful surprise?"
Eleanor's body froze, her senses heightened.
"You are Lysander Rizikos, the royal Archon," Adonis whispered, his lips curling into an impressed smile. "You hit the jackpot, sister."
Inara rolled her eyes. "Do not pick on my fiancée, Adonis,"
