027 | SNOW AND SIN

I felt strangely nervous about showing Ares my bedroom. I had no real reason to – after all, it was far nicer than the cold grey stone and the views of endless snow that made up his chambers in the mountain, but it was another piece of me that I was offering up to him. 

He already had too large a part of my soul held in his heart. Every time I revealed something new about myself, he took it and claimed it as his own. Damn mate bond. 

I bit back a sigh and pushed the door open.

I half expected him to make a sarcastic remark or, at the very least, smirk at me. Instead, he stepped inside quietly – even taking small, timid steps – across the floorboards, and said nothing as his gaze roved over my belongings. My space. My home.

It was tidy in a way that spoke of my absence: the blanket folded over the end of my bed just-so; the chair tucked in under the wide wooden desk; the books stacked neatly on their shelves, rather tha