Chapter 56 The Morning After

• Aphrodite's Point of View
• Morning came, but for me, the idea of time no longer existed. There was sunlight creeping through the windows, but the warm touch it brought was nonexistent. Ares was absent and nothing else mattered.
• I hadn't slept, not for one minute. How could I? My mind was eaten by the thought of my son out there, lost, scared—or worse. Every corner of the packhouse had been searched, every hallway, every passage, yet there was no trace of him.