Dana POV
I find myself laughing, a hollow sound that echoes through the silent forest. Almost instinctively, I brace myself for the impending threat, questioning his intentions. "Are you here to hurt me?" I inquire, my voice is devoid of emotion.
Ares studies me with a penetrating gaze, his expression unreadable. He shakes his head slowly, his voice gentle yet firm. "I could never hurt you, Dana-"
"You've already hurt me," I correct him sharply. "Emotionally, and aren't you the one who conspired with Blaire to orchestrate that plan to torture me?" I accuse, watching for any hint of guilt in his expression.
Ares quickly shakes his head in denial. "I did not know Blaire's plan," he insists earnestly.
I laugh bitterly. "And why should I believe you?" I mock, my voice dripping with skepticism. "I hardly recognize you anymore-"
"You don't realize that you still take my breath away, Dana," he interrupts, his words sincere and heartfelt.