LEILANI'S POV
Grovel, beg, crawl on his knees, and request forgiveness. That’s what Ares would have to do as soon as we left my father’s house. I’m not even sure how he convinced me to come here, but when his lips are on my skin, I’m prone to agree to anything.
As if sensing my uncertainty, Ares took hold of my hand giving me a subtle, but strong squeeze. Something about his presence here took some nerves away, but it was far from over.
I knew my father and he wasn’t a man of apologies. He stood by what he believed in and expected everyone to either accept it or move on past it, but he would never apologize. I’m not even sure if I’d want his apology. As charmed as my childhood was there were layers of trauma attached. Complete and utter disregarded and unaddressed trauma.
“It’s not too late to back out,” Ares whispered to me.