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Instead of answering me, he looked down at my plate.

“That sandwich doing you good?”

I laughed because ignoring a dead girlfriend to ask about my lunch was some shit only Ares would do.

“Yeah.”

“Good. I’m taking you somewhere nice for dinner tonight.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“To get you out of this house again.”

I hesitated because going out in Paris was different from stopping somewhere on the road where nobody knew who I was.

Ares noticed.

“Don’t worry. I promise nobody who matters will see you.”

I studied him for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

He came over and sat across from me before taking a pull from his vape. A few seconds later, he reached across the table and took a bite of my sandwich without asking.

I smacked his hand.

“That’s mine.”

He grinned while chewing. “You’re beautiful.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with my sandwich?”

“Nothing.”

He reached for it again, and I moved the plate away from him.

“Get your own.”

“I got money. I don’t need my own.”

“That makes no fucking sense.”

“It made enough sense for me to get a bite.”

I shook my head while he sat there looking pleased with himself.

The television was still talking about a murdered woman who used to belong to his long list of girlfriends, and Ares hadn’t asked one question about what they were saying.

I noticed that.

I didn’t ask him about it again, but I definitely noticed it.

CHAPTER 29

Ares

LATER THAT NIGHT…

“This Night Belonged To Me”