Ares entered the living room with Liam following behind him.
Both men had clearly just woken up.
They wore dark lounge wear that looked simple yet ridiculously expensive, the thin fabric clinging naturally to their broad shoulders and lean physiques. Their hair remained slightly tousled, giving them the dangerous kind of attractiveness that looked effortless.
The kind that made people stare without realizing it.
Even Layla and Summer visibly froze for a second.
Lucas, meanwhile, remained sprawled lazily across the black leather chair with one ankle resting over his knee. A cup of freshly brewed coffee sat on the round glass table beside him, thin white smoke still curling upward.
The moment Ares stepped into the room, his sharp gaze landed on Scarlet.
His brows furrowed faintly.
"Scarlet," he said calmly. "You're back."
There was no surprise in his voice. No warmth either.
Scarlet immediately noticed it.
Still, she maintained her graceful smile.
