Angel decided that since talking to Ares was of no use, she would remain silent.
So when he turned to her after he was done with his call, she pretended not to notice he was staring at her.
"Follow me," he said, but she still pretended not to have heard him.
He sighed in frustration, and walked up to her.
Grabbing her hand in his, he dragged her along with him.
Her heart began to pound hard and fast against her chest.
His hands were a mixture of rough, and gentle.
She didn't know how possible that was, but it made holding on to him feel dirty.
Almost like she was guilty of something, although she didn't know what that was supposed to be.
They arrived at the door, and she braced herself up for what was going to happen.
A sac would be thrown over her head for the umpteenth time, the second they walked out of the door.
