Like the day before, Ares offered to drop Lara, Shay, and Sarah at the school.
Sarah reached for the back door first. She wanted the seat beside Shay… beside Ares. Close enough to smell his cologne. Close enough to pretend she mattered.
She slid halfway in.
It took only one look.
Ares didn't raise his voice. He didn't move but just lifted his eyes.
Cold. Sharp. Heavy as a blade against her throat.
Sarah, who was dressed to the nines, froze.
Her confidence crumbled instantly. She swallowed and backed out like a scolded stray dog, hurrying to the passenger seat instead.
The door shut with a dull click.
The black Bentley rolled through the morning, still hazy from the dew. Tinted windows. Engine purring low and expensive. The kind of car people instinctively moved out of the way for.
"Sir," Sarah muttered, forcing a smile.
