“Alright,” Jayne rested one of her hands on her hip and looked at Ares the way I had seen her look at Aleks a few times. She was responding in a motherly way to Ares when he had been a little cheeky to her, “you’ve made your point.”
She strode over to me, ignoring Ares as he continued to prepare the food.
She had been willing to talk to me, and to assume that I was telling the truth until she could prove otherwise; now, she knew full well what I was capable of, and the kind of help I would need from her.
As she urged me to find somewhere to sit down I noticed Ares turn back to watch us. He smiled; he was satisfied that I was being taken seriously, and that Jayne was not angry with me the way her son was.
I looked around for somewhere I could sit without ruining my beautiful dress, and
