I had not expected Ares to admit that I was right, but he could not deny it after what had just happened.
He wanted me sexually, but it was more than that. He knew that we were supposed to be together in more ways than that and now that he had accepted that I wanted him to say it.
"You know that I can't."
He lifted the blanket from beside me and draped it around me again because the storm outside had brought with is a blast of cold weather and we would both have chosen to get through the night as wolves if I had not failed so dramatically at transforming myself earlier. I was shivering, and he was distracted by the fact my n*****s had responded to the cold the same way they had responded to his touch earlier; I think that covering me with the blanket was as much about ridding himself
