Chapter 8
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Ares watched as she stood by the window, her back to him, staring out at the city below. She was a puzzle he couldn’t solve. But there was something he needed to understand, something important that wasn’t making sense. And as much as he hated to admit it, he felt he might need her to find the truth.
The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the machines around him. He didn’t speak right away, allowing the silence to stretch between them His thoughts were too jumbled, but he had to get to the heart of the matter.
“You’re not just a nurse, Selene, he said, his voice low and deliberate, as he watched her stand with her back to him. There’s something you’re not telling me
She didn’t flinch at the accusation. Instead, she turned her head slightly, enough for him to see the profile of her face. “Maybe there is,” she replied softly, her tone unreadable. “But maybe you’re not ready for the whole truth yet.”
His fingers curled into fists at his sides, a fresh surge of anger flooding his veins. “You think I can’t handle it?” he snapped, his voice rising. You think I’ve lost everything and can’t handle the truth?”
She finally turned to face him, her gaze calm but unwavering. “It’s not about what you can or can’t handle, Ares. It’s about what you choose to believe.”
Her words hit him harder than he expected, and for the briefest of moments, he could have sworn he saw something flicker in her eyes something far deeper than the calm facade she wore. But it was gone too quickly for him to grasp.
“You don’t trust me,” she said, almost as if she were stating a fact, not a question.
Ares swallowed hard, realizing that his suspicions about her were only growing. It wasn’t just her presence that unsettled him. It was the feeling that everything she said, everything she did, carried hidden layers pieces of a puzzle he couldn’t quite fit together.
But the truth of the matter was this: he didn’t trust her. Not yet. Not completely.
“How can I?” Ares said, frustration creeping into his voice. “You say you’re here to help me, but everything about you feels off. You’re a stranger, Selene. You don’t even talk about yourself. You only talk about me.”
Selene’s expression softened, but it wasn’t pity just an acknowledgment, as if she understood the weight of his words more than he did. “I’m not the one who’s important here, Ares,” she said quietly. “It’s you. You’re the one who needs help. Not me.”
The silence between them stretched long, the tension in the air thick and palpable. Ares wanted to say something more to demand the truth, to force her to confess whatever it was she was hiding. But he didn’t. Because somehow, he knew that doing so would only drive her away, and she was the one person here who seemed to understand the depth of his struggle.
He was still powerless, still fractured. But with every word she spoke, with every quiet moment she shared with him, something shifted. The walls he had built around himself walls that had once been indestructible were starting to crack.
He didn’t want to need her. He didn’t want to depend on anyone ever again. But in that moment, he couldn’t deny it.
“You’re right,” he muttered after a long pause. “Maybe I’m not ready for the whole truth. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop looking.”
Selene’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. “I wouldn’t expect you to. But be careful, Ares. Not everything is as it seems. You’re already walking a dangerous path. And there are others who would rather you stayed blind to what’s really going on.”
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Chapter 8
Ares watched her, his heart racing What does she krone? What does sive really know? He couldn’t shake the feeling that her words carried more weight than she let in
at she walked to the door, the paused, turning back to him once more. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, there was an understanding between Them She was offering him something a way forward but at what cost?
Think carefully about your next steps, she said softly, then turned and left the room, leaving Ares alone in the silence once more.
But the questions she’d left him with about het, about Charlotte, about Victor, and about his own shattered life would haunt him for days
In come.
And as he lay there in the darkness, Ares knew one thing for sure: nothing would ever be the same again.
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