When I finally fell asleep I was lying safely in Ares’ arms on the soft bed.
It felt right; he made me feel safe, and that allowed me to pick up the pieces that Luc and Gaella had left me in and build myself back up as a new, stronger person. I knew that Ares wasn’t really mine, and that it was wrong to let this happen when Zaahra was still his mate, but I couldn’t help it when he made me feel like nothing I had been through mattered anymore.
I woke up before him in the morning, and I watched him for a while before I got up.
His skin was such a warm shade, but he had no tan lines so it wasn’t because he had caught the sun in the summer. He had well defined muscles, but he wasn’t bulky and I knew that in this form his skill in fighting must have been because he was intelligent rather
