Ares
I place my coffee cup on the counter when I hear the front door swing closed and walk toward the sounds in the hallway.
Raven looks up in surprise and freezes. Her hair is wet, and she’s dressed in the same clothes she was wearing yesterday. She clearly spent the night somewhere, and it sure as hell wasn’t here, in my bed — where she was supposed to be.
“Where have you been?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm.
“Ares.” She lifts her hand to her chest. “You’re up early.”
I stare her down, trying to keep her from realizing how angry I am. “I asked you a question.”
She frowns at me and tries to walk past me, but I grab her wrist and pull her against me. “Where. Were. You?” I snap.
She grits her teeth and glares at me. “Do you have any right to ask me that after you went for dinner w
