Ares pushed down the unwelcome heat twisting inside him and dragged in a steadying breath.
"Come in," he called.
The door opened slowly, and Ellie stepped inside with one hand in his pocket. Rhea followed right behind him, her stride unhurried, her posture loose. She did not look nervous. She did not even look concerned. She looked mildly curious.
Her eyes drifted around the office as she entered. The shelves, the desk, the chairs, the couch, even the dark curtains framing the window were all black. She took it in quietly. Nice, she thought.
Ares caught the small flicker of interest on her face, and something jolted in his chest at the sight of her.
His wolf stirred within him. Ares clenched his jaw internally. Calm the fuck down, he reprimanded. She is no longer our mate. We rejected each other. Remember.
You and who is we? his wolf retorted. You did all that by yourself, she's still my mate for all I know.
