Nature Does What It Does, For A Reason

***Ares*** Just as I zip my small suitcase shut, my phone vibrates on the nightstand. Unplugging the charging cable, I move to pull the adaptor from the wall as I glance at the screen. “What?” I mutter, frowning at the message. Why would Atticus be meeting me at the train station in London? Before I can call him for answers, the door to my room swings open and Madeleine appears, arms folded and eyebrows raised. “Are you finally ready? We've been waiting for ten minutes!” she says, sounding thoroughly unimpressed. I add my phone charger to my suitcase and zip it up. “I just needed a moment,” I mutter, brushing past her with my suitcase in tow. Ash is waiting by the front door, a suit bag slung over his back and the handle of a small suitcase in the other. “Come on, man. Time for you