“Ares? What are you doing here?”
Valeria’s voice was low but sharp, laced with authority. Her heels clicked against the marble floors of the lobby as she approached him, her tailored black coat flowing behind her like a shadow. Ares turned at the sound of her voice, his expression unreadable.
“I was in the neighborhood,” he said with a faint smirk, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Thought I’d drop by and see how my ex-wife is managing without me.”
She scoffed. “Save the charm. It doesn’t work on me anymore.”
“Doesn’t it?” he asked, stepping closer. His cologne was familiar.....earthy, warm, and dangerous. Just like the man himself. “Because last time I checked, you still wear the necklace I gave you.”
Her hand instinctively went to the chain around her neck. She covered it quickl
