Chapter 67
- Adrian's POV
- “Where are those darn keys?” I mutter to no one in particular, tossing a pile of sheets aside. I pat the space under them, but nothing. I’ve already checked the pockets of my sweats, and the key rack is empty…
- “Are we really doing this now?” Ares growls in his usual impatient tone. Instantly, I remember: my bedside stool.