Ares Knight
Athens.
The smell of musky earth, freshly cut grass and dusty old roads. The air was chilly outside, just like how I pictured it. I've heard a lot about it, and I was known all over. I didn't want it, but it was what I got anyway. I watched as people passed by, adjusting the hood of my long coat over my head so as to be hidden underneath the shadows of the crisp material. The skies were greyening, rumbling with unspoken thunder rage as it made it clear it was about to rain and humans have nothing to do about it.
Pierre was known all over Greece, even in Lesbos. He was living in the island closest to Athens, but why didn't Eros go there instead? He was working so hard, too hard to be a Montez. I was working so hard, too hard to push away that f*******n name. Why would he wan
