I stare out at the water, the sun, and the horizon. The peace was an illusion. This was always coming. We should have seen it.
Men like Kirill Volkov don’t let go of women they believe belong to them.
The way Ares didn’t let go of me.
I exhale slowly, letting one positive light shine on me.
I’m not facing this alone.
I have the God of War at my back.
And we’re going to bring my sister home.
This is not the end.