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glanced at Aiden. He stared at me, looking like someone had punched him in the gonads. He opened his mouth to say something, and then he pivoted on his heel. Having no idea what that was about, I took in the carnage of battle. Blood pooled over sparse grass and bodies littered the ground, some dying and others already dead. There would be more funerals. I saw that my friends still stood. Somehow, the relief of not facing another day without any of them was just a drop in the bucket of suckage. Fighting was a desire and need that had been bred into me, as it was into all halfs who didn’t go into servitude. Except somewhere between when Poseidon destroyed the Covenant on Deity Island and I woke up after Apollo returned me from Olympus, fighting had lost its appeal. An entire life of this? I thought about when I told Aiden I wasn’t sure I wanted do this anymore, but that was back before Ares. Everything was different now. My gaze found Aiden. He was kneeling beside a fallen Sentinel, one who couldn’t be much older than me. The wind picked up strands of Aiden’s hair, tossing them off his forehead. He looked up, his somber gaze meeting mine, and I thought I saw the same weariness in his stare. We both were so…so over this.CHAPTER 5Long after the sun had set and the campus was calmed as much as it could be after a nearly disastrous attack, I fell into bed. Freshly showered, I’d stolen a pair of sweats and a T-shirt from Aiden. I was exhausted but antsy. I knew I should sleep, because I would wake up to the big day to recruit for the A.O.A., but I stared at the ceiling, wiggling my feet until Aiden slipped in, tugging a shirt over his head. My eyes dropped to those finely designed stomach muscles. Did it make me a bad person that, despite all the terrible stuff happening, I was staring at those indents on either side of his hips? Aiden let the shirt fall, covering up all that gloriousness as he came to the bed. He bent down, placing his hands beside my head. His lips pressed against mine, and warmth flooded me, like it had before the Hitchcock movie came to life. The way Aiden kissed me, well, it never ceased to affect me. Every time was like the first time. Butterflies buzzed in my belly the second our lips touched. My chest always fluttered, and I could never get used to the fact that he was kissing me. That we were together in spite of the laws forbidding it and everything that stood in our way, including each other. When he lifted his head, I let out a little sigh, and he kissed the corner of my lips. Stretching out on his side, he leaned over my stomach, putting his weight on his elbow. “You should be asleep.” “I know.” “But you’re not.” “Neither are you.” One side of his lips tipped up. “How are you feeling?” “Okay.” I reached down, my fingers brushing just below the tag he’d received. The skin there would always be a few shades paler than his natural tone. The bite had been so close to his jugular. Although he was a pure-blood, the bite could’ve taken him out of commission for a while, or even killed him. “What about you?” He wrapped his hand around mine, pulling it away from his neck. He pressed a kiss to my palm. “I’m okay.” I tried not to let it show, but fear spiked in me. “You’ve never been tagged before.” “There’s a first for everything.” He lowered my hand, but kept holding it. “It’s really not that bad.” I disagreed. “I want to kill that daimon all over again.” Aiden smiled then. A real one, showing off those deep dimples. It seemed like it had been so long since I’d seen him smile like that. “It was kind of hot how you popped out of nowhere and owned her.” “I need a shirt that says, ‘I owned her.’” “I can do that for you, but I like seeing you in my clothes.” A flush crept across my cheeks. “I probably should’ve asked.” “You never need to ask.” He squeezed my hand gently. “Are you hungry?” I groaned. “No. Gods,