Ares let out a sudden bark of laughter, loud enough to make the cutlery on the stone table rattle.
"It seems the Alpha is being generous. Vivien, why don't you ask him for that five-centuries-old wine he's hiding in his cellar? It's supposed to be the finest in existence—one of a kind, the only bottle left in this world." He wagged his eyebrows in mock seriousness, then tore into another slab of roasted meat. "Imagine tasting something no one else ever will. Bet it'd knock you flat on your back."
I blinked, taken aback. Five centuries old?
Before I could think of what to say, Raye leaned forward, her grin spreading wide, eyes sparkling with mischief.
