The low purr of a Bentley engine disturbed the quiet of the Norse driveway.
Ares stepped out, tailored charcoal shirt crisp against the morning light. Even at rest, he carried the air of a man who moved markets and commanded rooms without raising his voice.
He wasn't here socially.
He had come for Lara.
Dr. Chavez had proposed something unconventional for Shay's therapy—a family outing outside the capital. Neutral ground. Fresh air. Open space. Less pressure.
Ares had immediately thought of his property South of Lanura.
The one near Calma Lake. The one with the ranch.
The property has wide fields and quiet water, a perfect place for relaxation.
He shut the car door softly and strode toward the mansion's main entrance—but paused.
Metal striking metal carried faintly through the morning air.
Then, he heard the voices of Liam, Logan, and Lucas.
