I’m ten minutes past the three hours Ares and I agreed upon. Yet the sleek black boat waits at the end of its berth. “You were supposed to leave without me,” I tell Ares. “I know,” he sighs. “I kinda need you to get back through those rocks.” “And you were mildly concerned that I might be dead.” “Concerned, or hopeful?” “Definitely concerned.” “Only ‘cause I thought I might miss out on my cut of this super important deal.” I laugh. “There is no cut. I’m broke as fuck now. Spent it all.” Ares shakes his head at me. “That doesn’t sound like a very good deal.” I picture Zoe’s face when I tell her
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