“What do you want?” Ceres asked, irritation clear in her voice as she yanked the door open, only to find Ciena standing there, knocking incessantly without a shred of patience.
Ciena’s eyes were swollen and red, obvious signs that she had been crying. But she didn’t care. She had no interest in whatever sob story her half-sister had to tell.
Her irritation deepened when she noticed the way Ciena’s cheeks flushed as her gaze flickered behind her. Following her line of sight, Ceres turned her head slightly, just in time to see Zeus sitting on the bed, focused on deleting the video from her phone. The blanket had slipped just enough to expose the curve of his lower back.
She smirked before arching a brow at Ciena.
“Enjoying the view of my fiancé’s ass?” she asked dryly, her voice dripping
