ARES'S POV
I'd never felt so helpless. Leilani hadn't spoken much to me after meeting with her father. I could see the pain in her eyes and I hated that there was virtually nothing that I could do to make her feel any better.
I rose from the bed and entered the kitchen, my bare feet pressing against the cool tile floors. I placed my hands on the granite counters, stretching my limbs. What can I do to help her? What happened between her and her father? Pushing off the counter I began making a pot of tea, watching the water boil as I contemplated ideas to cheer her up.
Soft feet pattering sounded behind me. I looked over my shoulder. Leilani stood behind me in my light blue button-down covering her shoulders, the peak of her white lace bra showing from the top two buttons undone.
“Feeling any better?” I asked.
She nodded and gave me a soft smile before propping herself on the countertop, her slender legs dangling over.