I was feeling so ill as I sat beside the small fire with Ares that I didn’t want to move, even though I was exhausted. My head was still fuzzy, and I am sure that I would still have been hallucinating if he hadn’t shown up.
The images of Luc that I had been so sure were real were still haunting me now, and I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was in my thoughts when I wasn’t in control of them. He still had some power over me, even though he thought I was dead.
Ares rubbed my back gently. He was so cautious as he stroked me that I think he was afraid of how either of us would react, and even though he didn’t say anything I’m sure he knew what I was thinking about Luc.
I wondered whether he had been hurt by it when I saw him and responded the way I did. He hadn’t mentioned it, but it can’
