I threw on a dress as Ares brushed himself off and waited outside the tent for me.
I was feeling more embarrassed now that my mind was clearing a little and I really didn’t want to join him but I couldn’t just leave him there and so I reluctantly emerged and found he had started a fire while I was getting dressed.
He had his back to me and he was going through the bag he had brought with him as I approached him.
“You haven’t eaten, have you?”
Of course, I hadn’t. He already knew that.
“I was preoccupied.”
He laughed but didn’t turn around to look at me.
“You need to eat something.”
I sat down beside him and stared into the flames.
I didn’t want to eat. I wanted to sleep or to run away so that I didn’t have to talk about the fact I had held a knife to Ares’ throat because I was con
