His uncle.
Ares let out a slow breath, then pressed his lips into a thin line, irritation flashing beneath the surface.
"That greedy old man…" he murmured under his breath.
It was never going to end this easily.
Not when the prize was the family heirloom.
Not when obsession had already taken root.
His uncle would keep coming—again and again—until he either got what he wanted…
—or was buried for trying.
Not even half a month had passed, and yet he stirred up another piece of trouble.
Ares turned away, already losing interest in the broken man behind him. The outcome had been decided the moment the truth was confirmed.
"Since he talked, released him." He commanded.
But just as he reached the door—
Ding.
A sharp vibration broke the stillness.
Ares paused. That tone. It wasn't just any message. It was Asher.
Another notification followed immediately.
Ding.
Ding.
