Chapter 116 Too Little, Too Late

ARES’S POV

The laptop sat on a pillow between us. By ten o’clock it felt like a bomb.

“Sixty-two percent reporting,” Ethan said.

“I know. I can read.”

“I’m narrating for moral support.”

“Your moral support sounds like a stock ticker.”

“It’s the only way I know how to talk right now.” He nudged...