Victoria
After a few minutes of my great escape, just like I remembered, my small self was overwhelmed by shock when she came across him, that dreadful male.
The memory of him and his deathly aura only made my blood tremble.
In front of me was no one less than the God of War. Dark, tall, and frightful, riding his golden-iron chariot, drawn by giant and equally scaring fire breathing horses. He stepped down and got closer to little me with long and fast strides.
His dark-grey eyes were cold, and his face had the carving of godly perfection, but his beauty seemed to be the only good thing about him.
His face was contorted in something between a frown and an odd smile, my heart was racing, as if I could feel the intense, searing emotions all over again.
“Look what I’ve found, what c
