Stranded
“Where is she, Chloe?” Julian’s voice cut through the early morning silence, low and urgent, as his eyes darted around the empty cabin.
Chloe swallowed hard, rubbing her palms nervously against the hem of her nightgown. “I—I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the floorboards, refusing to meet his eyes.
Ares stepped forward, towering over her, his chest rising and falling with barely restrained fury. His hair was unkempt from sleep, his jaw tight, and in his stormy eyes lived both panic and anger. “Don’t play games with me,” he growled. “Where is Tessa?”
Chloe bit her lip, her throat working as she forced herself to look up at him. “She’s gone,” she whispered finally. “She… she left. With a man.”
Julian’s head snapped toward her, disbelief
