Lara woke just before dawn—like clockwork.
For a moment, she lay still, watching the pale gray light gather at the edges of the curtains. The first rays of sunlight hadn't yet slipped through the narrow gap, but she knew they would. They always did.
Carefully, she turned her head.
Shay was still asleep beside her, small and peaceful, one hand curled loosely against the pillow. The sight softened something in Lara's chest.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed.
Every movement was deliberate—silent. She changed into a light gray tracksuit, tied her hair back, and stepped out into the cool morning air.
The mansion grounds were vast, wrapped in early-morning stillness. Only the distant rustle of leaves and the faint murmur of gardeners at work broke the quiet.
Lara began her run.
One lap.
Then another.
Her breathing steadied, her body falling into rhythm—but her mind refused to follow.
Because she was looking for him.
Unconsciously at first.
Then with quiet insistence.
Ares.
