Chapter 19

Ares parted her black hair to a side, exposing the slender pale neck that he cannot help but compare with his tanned, callused hand that was gently caressing it.

A single harsh touch and he could break her.

His heart almost shattered with how delicate his Rose was, too good and naïve. She had never seen the cruelty of the world and Ares wanted it to remain that way. She was like a small, colorful bird in his palm looking forward to flying and exploring the skies not understanding the way of predators that might harm her.

He understood that it was so easy to manipulate her and that made him cherish her even more, be cautious of his actions a hundred times better because he wanted to help her in expanding her beautiful feathers, wide and fluttering with wind and flying with freedom and never ever plucking the same feathers.

While Ares was focused on her neck, his thumb and fingers tracing it with love, deep in thought, Rose held his shoulders watching him lost