WHEN THE DEVIL HURTS

The princess stormed into the room Ares was having an important meeting, despite the protest from the guards outside.

As her wicked heels announced her presence, he looked up from the screen.

"Let's talk later," he said, and ended the call. "What is this?" He asked, looking her way.

"Why did you order that Angel be kept in that big ass lonely room with just a cage in it? What kind of sick punishment is that?" She asked, moving closer to him in rage.

"You must have forgotten she's my prisoner. I can do whatever I want with her," he replied calmly.

"I don't give a rat's ass about that prisoner nonsense. Cut the crap, and stop pretending this punishment has anything to do with you suddenly remembering she's a prisoner!" She arrived at the table, banging it as she did.

His eyes dropped to the table, before slowly coming up to her eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat on seeing the look on his face, and she took a cautious step back.