Cytherea didn’t respond. The ice on her orange juice is already melted and is no longer cold but Cytherea still absentmindedly sips through the straw. She didn’t even know if it still tasted orange or not. The thought about Ares’ secret kept bugging her mind. And she knows deep inside that her curiosity will hurt her, but she can’t just shrug the idea that Ares was hiding something from her. What could it be? Cytherea placed the almost empty glass on the table beside her and leaned back on the seat. She crossed her arms across her chest and started biting her thumbnail. “You don’t have to be so hard on yourself, Cytherea. WhenAnytime, when you have decided that you want to know Ares’ secret, you can always ask me. You don’t have to beat yourself up. I know it’s so hard to accept that

