When I pried one eye open, Ares stood at the partly open door, and I was distracted for a moment by the perfection of his naked posterior until I heard Lukas’s furious voice. “What the fuck is she doing in there with you? Open the fucking door, or I’m going to kick it down whether you move or not.” Mortified, I grasped the blanket, pulling it up to my chin, though I was still wearing the silk robe, as Ares stepped aside. Lukas stared at me, his mossy eyes dark with disgust, and cast a hateful glare at Ares, who was remarkably calm. And possibly smirking. “Konstantin was looking for you,” he told me between gritted teeth. I suddenly felt about two feet tall. “He said you hadn’t slept in your bed. I searched the grounds and even went up to the cottage, afraid something might have happened to you after I…” “After you got her drunk and toyed with her and dumped her on her ass in the woods,”
