***Ares***
The Landry estate comes into view as I approach swiftly along the coastline. The weather is dry, mild even, and on the horizon the sun sinks slowly as dusk begins to take hold.
My heart races at the thought of seeing Ophelia again, of hearing how the last two weeks have been for her. I hope this time apart has helped, because I cannot fathom the point of it if it has not.
I land with a hard thud on the driveway, my knees bending instinctively to absorb the impact. The golden aura from my wings reflects briefly off the pale pebbles beneath my feet before they retract neatly back into my shoulders.
I could have landed in the garden, but this feels like the polite thing to do. Before I can ring the doorbell, a familiar voice sounds behind me.
“Your speed is impressive, and you
