He breathes a sigh of relief and drops his head against mine. “Thank God,” he says. “I don’t think he’d survive losing you.” The helicopter flies back toward us, until it’s hovering above the balcony. A ladder is thrown out, and my eyes widen when Ares climbs down it. “Fucking shit,” Silas grunts. “He used the tent as a diversion so I wouldn’t notice he was no longer in it, then he used the banner to draw us out onto the balcony. Clever fucking asshole. I have no doubt he’d actually have camped in my lobby until I told him where you were if he hadn’t found you. Fucker must’ve realized my
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