runs a hand through her hair. “They’re just trying to strong-arm me, Raven. They won’t actually make you do that. Besides, Ares wouldn’t ever agree to it. That’s sick.” My heart clenches painfully even as I nod. Sick. Twisted. That’s probably what he thinks of this entire situation too. “I’m not sure, Han. I don’t think they’re bluffing. Dad seemed worried, and I’ve never seen Grandma Anne look so serious.”
