I had spent the rest of that day and most of the evening talking with Pollux. It was a better use of my energy than going out and destroying things, and it forced me to think in a structured way rather than just react. He was still irritatingly sure of himself but the resemblance he carried to my mate made it harder to stay fully hostile toward him. Something about looking at those green eyes softened the edge of my anger in a way I would not have admitted out loud.
Things had been getting interesting between us when I finally forced us to call it a night. I had not slept since Nova disappeared and if I was going to be any use to anyone I needed rest, even if every instinct I had was screaming at me to keep moving. Ares was straining against any stillness I tried to impose on him but acting on pure impulse would be reckless and I was smarter than that. I had to be.
