Chapter 89 The Political Condition

ARES’S POV

The knock came at eight in the morning. That meant it wasn’t Asher. Asher always texted.

I opened the door in my sweats. A man in a gray suit stood in the hall.

“Ares.”

I knew the voice right away. He looked older than I remembered—gray at the temples that hadn’t been there before. Sa...

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