Ares still wore that black military uniform, followed by two soldiers carrying several simple suitcases. Seeing the three people in the garden, his steps faltered. His green eyes swept over the fresh hickeys on Elena's neck, his gaze darkening.
"General Ares." Elena stepped forward to greet him. "Your room's ready. Should I have a maid show you up?"
"Yeah." Ares nodded, signaling the soldiers to take the luggage inside, but he didn't move.
Caelir looked between Ares and Talieran, tone flat. "Since we're all here, we need to discuss some arrangements."
The living room fell into awkward silence.
Caelir spoke up. "Elena now has three husbands. For us to get along, I think we need to establish a... rotation schedule."
"Rotation?" Talieran immediately objected. "Hell no! I w
