The bodyguard in the front seat looks back with an apologetic smile on his face. “I’ve just been informed to wait for a moment. Hannah Du Pont is about to make her entrance.” Ares chuckles darkly. “I don’t wait for anyone but my wife,” he says. “Inform the organizers that we’ll be making our entrance now.” Then he looks at me and smirks. “Come on, let’s go steal the show.”
