Ares opened the tall wooden door at the entrance of what he called the pack house. Only it was more like a mansion, and stepping inside of it, Indiana felt like it was a small village in its own right. People were walking around, talking and going about their daily business until the door closed dramatically loudly behind them. Everyone turned to look in their direction and fell silent. Happy, surprised looks turned into angry ones when their eyes traveled from Ares and his sister to Indiana.
"As you were," Ares said coldly, and slowly people picked up their activities. But not without glancing a dagger or two in her direction whenever they could.
Ares took her hand and led her through the main hall, up the broad flight of stairs and into another corridor. Indiana tried to memorize the w
