Ethan's POV
I stood there—frozen—watching as the car rolled out of the palace gates, its frame glinting beneath the morning sun.
Ares was at the wheel.
And beside him sat Soraya.
Her last words to me still burned through my mind, every syllable sharper than a blade:
"Reserve your care for your other Lunas."
My fists clenched at my sides.
What the hell was she doing with him?
Soraya never liked Ares—she barely tolerated him. She'd always kept her distance, wary of his smug charm and sly words. So why now? Why go with him, of all people?
Ares was dangerous in his own quiet way. The kind of man who smiled while plotting. I'd seen that look before—the look he wore just before pulling someone into his schemes.
My jaw tightened.
No. Something was off.
