“So?”
Circe was sitting next to me on the grass with her legs splayed at a careless angle, and she stared at me with an expectant quirk of her brow. But I answered only with a wary, darting glance before returning my attention to the far side of the glade.
“Oh, come on,” she insisted. “You have to ask me first. It’s almost ritual.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, and she was distracting me. If she continued to needle me this way, I was going to miss Ares’s appearance. “Ask what?”
She reached over to pull at the sleeve of my shirt, which was thankfully drying fast under the light of the approaching mid-day sun. “You’re being boring. Stop being so clingy with him, woman. He’s the kind of man who’ll slip away the tighter you try to hold on.”
That got my attention. “What!” I exc
