I felt as if I was observing a moment that should have been private when Zaahra made eye contact with me.
She looked desperate, but I felt no pity for her; she was distressed because she thought Ares was going to be angry at her, and she knew him well enough that she would only be so afraid if there was a good enough reason for it.
“Tell me what you know.”
It was a command this time - a tone that I was not used to hearing from Ares.
“What did she tell you?”
Zaahra pointed at me, and her finger was trembling slightly.
I would probably have been terrified of that woman pointing at me when I first met her, but it wasn’t a threat anymore.
I saw this for what it was - a desperate attempt to deflect Ares’ attention from her to me.
“Zaahra.”
He barked her name, and she flinched.
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