CHAPTER 25
AURORA“Mars,” I whispered, glancing into the bedroom after Elijah and Adrian left.
Ruffles and Pringle ran by me through the hallway, batting at a toy mouse. I slipped into the room and shut the door behind me, unsure of who I spoke to now.
Face void of emotion as if he was trying to think hard or remember something that Ares had dreamt up, Mars lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, his breathing uneven. When I crawled onto the bed with him, he wrapped his arms around my waist, laid me on his chest, and relaxed. Gently brushing his thumbs across my hips, he asked, “Yes, Kitten?”
“I need to talk to you about something,” I said, drawing circles across his scarred forearms. I hated—loathed—the conversation about to happen, but I had to have it before we left to visit the
