"Erebus..." Came a familiar, female voice.
"Erebus, my son, wake up." "Erebus..." The voice was soft, gentle, but it was quickly followed by a sharper, more insistent tone. "Ares!"
Ares' silver eyes snapped open, and he sat up with a jolt, his gaze darting wildly around the room as memories came flooding back. He was in his chamber, back in the castle.
Ignoring his mother, Morana, who sat beside him on the edge of the bed, Ares focused on taking in his surroundings.
Morana's voice cut through his reverie, heavy with worry. "Ares, are you okay?"
He turned to her, his expression twisted in disdain. "What are you doing here?" he growled, his eyes blazing with hostility. "Have you and Azreal suddenly made amends?"
The hate in his voice was raw, and Morana's expression faded under his glare.