Chapter 120: The Menial Things/Remember Me?

Ares:

She had been playing erratically all throughout the day and night. Nothing had changed since last I’d seen her and we did not part on the greatest of terms then.

My little pet was not the happiest of campers when I intervened in her last meal. Though part of her, I’m sure, was relieved when I did interrupt her last kill as this one, unlike the others, was simply an innocent man trying to get home to his wife and children.

I stood at her door for a moment, not saying anything. There was no point, to be honest. We both knew that she was not in a talking mood. I just needed her to know that whether she was in the mood to talk to me or not, I was there nonetheless. And with a present for her, no less.

“I could only imagine how incomplete you must be feeling about not having your bow.”

It was then that I relinquished the bag in my hand and gingerly laid it against her door.

"These are specially made. Just for you,” I said.

I was under no assumption that she would open the door fo