24

Rue

"You both had better not turn around to look at me!" I hissed as I fixed my dress.

Stefan and Gorjon forms shook in terror, their backs faced me as they nodded their heads swiftly. "Ofcourse milady, we shall never do such." It was Stefan, his tiny voice full of fright.

I bent down to grasp one of my boots and slip it on. The other one is soon fitted on afterwards. I rolled my eyes and turned to face the stream.

I could not see Ares since I had ordered him to stay behind a huge rock until I was done getting dressed.

"You can show yourself now you dirty dog, I am done." I shout and watch him reveal himself, face set in a smirk.

My brows furrowed as I turned back around. What on earth is he smirking at? Did my hair still have some twigs?

I lift my hands and brush my fingers through my wet hair. There are no twigs. I brushed off his confusing attitude, deciding that it was not something to dwell on.

Soon I f