Chapter 148

Ares adjusted his suit, the fabric settling perfectly over his broad shoulders. He took a moment to compose himself, smoothing his hair back and straightening his tie. With a final glance at the door Martina had just exited, he turned on his heel and made his way back into the hall. The grand ballroom was still buzzing with the hum of conversation, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the soft clinking of champagne glasses. Ares's sharp eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Sophie and Antonio, standing near the bar.