"A... Ares?" Her eyes widened in horror, thoughts racing in disarray. She stared at the gruesome sight... two large horns lodged in his chest, blood gushing out like a macabre fountain.
"No, no, no, no, no," she chanted, shaking her head in denial. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled against his grip on her neck and wrists. Her hands fluttered, desperate to touch him, to undo the damage.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Ares remained silent, his eyes fixed on her anguished face. As he released her, Eleanor felt a fleeting sense of freedom before she lunged back at him and grasped the horns, determined to extract them.
A tortured cry escaped her throat. She pulled out the horns, blood spurting from the wounds and cradled Ares's face, her hands shaking, her heart racing.
