I studied him quietly.
What bothered me the most about Ares wasn’t the money or the power.
It was the calm he carried naturally.
Men like him usually liked control. Violence. Dominance.
But he wasn’t trying to fight me.
Not earlier.
Not now.
And that made something inside my chest loosen just a little.
Annoying.
“What can I do to make you happy?” he asked.
The question caught me off guard.
I frowned.
“Let me live,” I said immediately. “Let me be me. And get me a fuckin’ vape.”
His lips curved.
“You can have a vape.”
I leaned forward immediately.
“But no nicotine.”
My shoulders dropped.
“You serious?”
“Dead serious.”
I groaned and fell back against the pillows.
“This is prison.”
“It’s detox,” he corrected calmly.
My eyes cut toward him.
“And my cousin?”
His expression shifted slightly.
“Not yet.”
Ugh.
I sat up again, irritation creeping back.
“You said you were going to help me.”
