Book 2: Chapter 9

Martina's eyes widened with fear as she struggled against the ropes, but they held firm. She turned her head and saw Ares standing nearby, watching her intently.

"Why am I tied up?" she demanded, her voice shaky but defiant. "Untie me now."

Ares stepped closer, his gaze cold. "You are not exactly at the point of making demands Miss Martina, maybe if you say please I did consider letting you off and not putting a bullet to your head."

Martina's breath quickened, and she tried to calm herself but she couldn't. She was upset, upset at herself for being so foolish to come here alone with the thoughts of being able to handle this alone. She was upset at allowing the death of that worker to get to her so much that she blacked out. She was upset at the ingrate standing before her. 

Martina's eyes softened momentarily, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. For a moment, Ares looked taken aback, a glimmer of surprise