Eleanor's eyes fluttered open to find herself being carried in powerful arms. She watched as the mansion's doors opened and Ares walked through them, the door closing behind them with a loud thud. Her head rested against his chest, her hand clutching his shirt in a tight grip.
"Put me down," She seethed with rage, hating her helpless position.
Ares didn't respond, nor did he obey her command immediately. Instead, he continued up the stairs, down the hall, and into the mansion's sitting room. There, he gently set her down on the cushion, and stood before her with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Are you happy now?" He asked, raising a brow, taking in the deep frown on her face.
Eleanor glared at him, then lowered her head, wincing in discomfort as her back ached. She scrunched up her face, laying her back against the cushion, breathing heavily.
Ares took a step back, pulling off his cloak. "Why were you outside the barrier?"
