Eleanor stormed into the garden, her furious eyes fixed on the snow woman she and Ares had built together. She halted at the railing, arms crossed, and scowled at Ares, who was about to take a sip of wine.
Noticing her anger, he paused, his eyes locked on hers. "Want a sip?" he offered, holding out the glass.
Eleanor nodded curtly, took the glass, and drained it in one go. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she sent the cup flying, her chest heaving with rage as she glared at Ares.
"Sin? I can't believe they called their actions a sin! Why would they want to execute me? No one was held accountable for wiping out my kind, no one!" She screamed, her anger flaring.
"I just want to... Ughhhh!" She groaned in frustration, licking her lips, surprisingly savoring the wine's taste.
