When I woke up in the morning, Ares had already gone.
I had expected it.
He hadn’t slept in the tent with me, because he was worried that the others might think I had faked everything to spend time with him alone if we were together so openly.
It wasn’t as if they could follow us without it being obvious, but when he put a stop to things after we had done barely more than kiss each other, I respected it and went to sleep alone and frustrated.
I knew where he was, anyway; we had discussed that before I went to sleep.
He had gone back to the campsite, and I was expecting Jayne to arrive any moment now to try to explain how to control something that was rooted in the arcane and mystical origins of our kind, and which I had barely believed existed before I met Ares and his pack.
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