CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Breathe. That was what I wanted tonight and I could feel the air slowly seeping through my airways, feeling up my lungs. I wasn’t high and nor was I drinking. No. I was sipping coffee at a street café at eleven in the night. There were barely any people and still we kept out snapbags on, refusing to look up in case there was some hidden paparazzi, waiting to snap a picture. No one had brought Ares up and I was glad.
“So what now?” George questioned.
Well, maybe I was too quick to dismiss the thought of Ares coming up tonight.
“Now I stay away,” I forced a smile, “Ares is too much and I’ve already had one heck of a life. I need peace not someone who could easily make my blood boil,”
“Maybe making your blood boil means you like him as much as he likes you,” he shrugge
