I was so caught up in watching the drunk man from the window that I didn’t notice that Ares had come back to the room.
He cleared his throat to get my attention and I panicked for a second because I realized I had not blocked the door again after he left and it could have been anybody who came up to the room.
“Please don’t let this reflect poorly on my pack; they don’t generally start fights like this, it’s because…”
“…I understand. It’s because of that drunk man. I don’t think it reflects poorly on you.”
He ran one of his hands through his hair and then closed the door and blocked it off with the chair again.
“I’m just glad Zaahra wasn’t here to see that - I’m not sure she would be as forgiving or understanding.”
I wondered whether he had known what I was thinking about Zaahra, but
