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ARES'S POV

As Wendy and I continued our conversation, my eyes drifted towards the massive wall clock behind her. Dahlia had been absent for nearly three hours, and time was steadily approaching the curfew I had set for her. Wendy was still speaking when she paused and requested, "Ares darling, could you fix me another drink? I'm rather fond of this particular cocktail."

It was only her second glass of the day. Wendy wasn't the heavy drinker she used to be. In our younger days, she could consume up to five glasses of alcohol in one sitting. I stood up, retrieved her glass, and made my way to the corner bar. The Brandy we drank was a unique blend that I rarely shared with anyone, so I pondered why I felt compelled to offer Wendy this specific wine. I had never shared a drink with Dahlia, and even if we had, I doubted I would have shared this wine with her. After filling both glasses, I returned to our seats and handed one to Wendy.

At that very moment, I heard the front door open, and D