Fate?

Ares's POV

The room was filled with a sterile scent, mingling with the quiet hum of machines. I stood by the corner, watching the doctors and nurses as they worked around Dahlia’s bed. She had been unconscious for two days now, the room bathed in a soft, almost dreamlike light.

I could have punished her for not meeting me at the cafeteria, but I decided against it. Letting fate play out was sometimes more rewarding than any punishment. And fate had certainly played the game right into my hands this time.

I had laid out my plans from the very beginning but it seemed like fate had other plans—Plans, that were almost similar to mine.

Hermes and Apollo sure had a lot of explaining to do. They were supposed to be watching her every fucking time. Where the fuck were they?

When Dahlia almost drowned in the pool, I was the one who saved her. The image of her struggling, desperate for help, was etched into my mind. I could almost feel the cold water, see the panic in her eyes. But now, as she