Just as Galen yanked the sword out of Eleanor's stomach, she felt her body go limp, and cried out in excruciating pain as she collapsed into Ares' arms.
Ares' face contorted in panic. He pressed his hand to her stomach, trying to stem the bleeding. "You'll be fine, you'll be fine," he repeated, his voice heavy with worry and building fury.
Instantly, his eyes transformed into their twisted form as he brushed her hair away from her face. He pulled her close, her body pressing against his, her face buried in his chest.
"Why?!" He outstretched his hand, summoning the shadows themselves. Dark, tendril-like extensions erupted from the floor, wrapping around Galen's body and lifting him into the air.
Galen's grin faltered, replaced by a look of shock and terror as he realized he was at Ares' mercy.
