The muse had a serious look, Ares knew that look. The muse had something inside her that bothered her but she did not dare to share with him.
Lying down, with their bodies naked and sweaty from having loved each other all night, the god could not understand what the muse could not trust him.
He caressed his collarbone with his index finger and smiled at him. That smile that only the muse had dared to trust.
-What's happening muse? There is something here - he said touching her temple - that bothers you and you don't tell me.
She rolled her eyes.
-It's ... nothing, what you want to talk about now.
Ares sighed.
-I thought ... you could trust me with everything ... just like I trust you
-Like your war plans?
Ares tensed. It was true that she hadn't wanted to share any of her plans
