"So his dad sent an invite to a ball? What are we in the eighteenth century or something?"
"Exactly my thoughts," I said, angling my waist so that I could see my ass in the mirror.
The red marks all over it made me feel like cursing Ares to oblivion, but I found myself admiring the imprint because it felt like he had marked me in some way.
God! I need to really stay off those smutty books. They are messing with my head.
"Instead of a good old-fashioned meeting with the in-laws, it's gonna happen at a ball?"
"Come on, I never once expected meeting Ares' family is gonna be anything but normal. I prepared for the worst."
Or not? It wasn't until Athena chased me in the woods that I realized the Kings would be more than I bargained for.
"Or weird. I always knew the Kings were a bunch of high-class eccentrics. No offense."
"None taken. Ares' mood changed after that. It was also like he wasn't pleased by the card or something."
