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Aphrodite
Ares��s knife clinking against his glass brings me out of my thoughts. I blink and turn my gaze to him.
We stand in his ballroom, people rustling and bustling around us. A few couples are waltzing on the dance floor, but everyone else stands around. Waiters weave through the crowd, refilling drinks.
I��m perched at the bottom of