I looked at Ares, and he looked right back at me.
I don’t know what he was thinking as he looked into my eyes with his body barely covered by the sheets, but I was thinking about whether I would be overstepping the mark if I tried to offer him my opinion and advice.
I had things I wanted to suggest to him, but I was worried that he might be offended and tell me I had no right to tell him how to lead his pack.
The way he was looking at me… it made it hard to concentrate on that, anyway.
I turned away from him and cursed the fact he could make me feel that way so easily. He was the one who had just ended things prematurely, and now he was looking at me with hunger in his eyes and I couldn’t stand it.
In the end, I spat out my suggestion to him as an attempt at breaking the tension that
