TOR POV
“Sorry to bring this to your door on the same day as the Fete," I said to Ares as he stood staring into the fireplace.
We stood in Ares's personal quarters for privacy. It was lit brightly by the sunlight beaming in from the tall windows. There was a tall four-poster bed with dark green velvet curtains and a large leather chair by the fire in front of a giant oak table.
“Don't be." He turned to look at me; his amber eyes reflected the flames of the fire as he contemplated what I had just told him. “This Damion person, do we know how much manpower he has at his disposal?" he asked, rubbing his chin.
“No," I respond, shaking my head. “It has to be some unimaginable amount to be able to level the packs like he is. But, during our altercation the other day, that was not the case
