"Ugh." Ares cleared his throat, wriggling out from underneath the blanket. Started to open his eyes slowly. The dim light of the witchlight warmed his flawless face.
Ares gathered all consciousness, and knew he was lying on the bed of his room.
Thunderclaps thundered as if they were shooting practice in the sky, splashing mega flashes of lightning that struck from behind the curtains. Waves of lashing rain slapped against the high windows of his majestic room.
Feeling thirsty, Ares got up from the bed, looking for a glass of water. His hand brushed his messy hair that partially covered his forehead. Ares took a sip of the water on the dinner trolley that he had not yet had time to touch. Unexpectedly, his glance found Vienna asleep on the sofa, hugging a thick book on her lap.
