“Tell me how to fix it,” he whispers against my skin. I let out a cynical laugh.
“If I knew how to fix it, I f*****g would have. Believe it or not, waking up every morning with your first thought being a fantasy of death gets old fast.”
I let my gaze settle on the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh.
“I’m not going to end up with you, Ares. I can feel it--I’m going to end up dead. I don’t know if it’ll be accidental, suicide, or you’ll kill me in one of your rages--but I don’t see myself living much longer,” I admit quietly. I startle when Ares’s hand pauses in drawing patterns and instead flattens on my torso in a possessive gesture as his burning gaze meets mine.
“If you die, Aphrodite, I will take it out on your people. I will torture them, neglect them, make them feel like absolute s*
