Angel remained motionless, as Ares carried her in his hands.
She was conscious enough to know when they stepped out of the elevator, but after that, her mind went blank again.
It was only after he dropped her on a chair, she looked around and saw they were in his private kitchen.
Without saying a word, he walked over to the kitchen cabinet, and began to pull out pans.
Angel's eyes scanned the kitchen. There was something different about it.
She couldn't quite place a finger on the difference, until her gaze fell on the painting hanging on the wall.
"That's it!" she thought.
The painting had definitely just been added.
Her eyes studied the painting like it was a religion.
A man on a cliff, with the only option to jump off it, or turn around, and deal with the pack of wolves behind him.
She wondered if it was just a painting, or it meant more.
"What did you want to tell me before?" Ares finally broke the silence.