Thea's footsteps echoed through the hallway, her irritation evident. "I don't appreciate being summoned like a family healer, only to be threatened into serving you for life."
Ares shrugged nonchalantly, his indifference fueling her anger.
As they entered the chamber, Thea's eyes fell upon Eleanor's sleeping form. Her frown deepened.
"What happened? I thought we have overcome that 'loss of will to live' issue."
Ares's frown, prompting her to glare at him.
"You didn't explain; you threatened me and my people," she said, her voice hard. "That's not how to ask for help. As part of your support for the throne, I'll come willingly when called."
Ares's expression turned somber. "She's under my mother's mind control... She stabbed me."
Thea's eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth. "Morana is really in the mortal realm?"
"She's grown skilled at evading me." Ares's eyes darkened, rage simmering. "Do something."
