Kyra

Chapter Thirty

Doesn't even have her own bedroom.

Kyra had always been mentally unsound. She'd always had trouble with doing the normal thing. The sensible thing—but not having a bedroom was a little far, even for Kyra.

At what point had she made that decision? At what point had she really lost her marbles? Exactly what other terrible ideas had she put into action over the last thousand years?

How do I get her to tell me?

Kyra was tighter than an old man's wallet with what she let out. And God, he wanted to know her. He wanted to know her the way he had before. Back in the days where he'd known everything.

"What's wrong, little Amazon?" Her faces were killing him. Had she ever looked so miserable to be in his presence? How do I turn this around? "You don't look happy."

She hissed as if burnt. "Don't call me that."

At least some things hadn't changed. He still had a knack for pissing her off.

"Call you what, little Amazon?" For the sake of keeping his fingers attached to his hands, he just resisted the urge to chuck her under her chin. "Little Amazon. You never had a problem with me calling you that before."

She scoffed, unimpressed as she reacquainted herself with his chambers. "If that's what you think, then your memory's not as good as you say. I hated you calling me that from word go. It was belittling and frankly just annoying."

He slumped into an armchair, oddly relaxed as this wild tiger explored. "I've missed you."

"And that's unimportant." She even rolled her eyes, rubbing salt into the wound. He'd never been a... what was it that mortals called it nowadays? He'd never been a simp before. "Irrelevant. If this is business, then keep your ghost feelings out of it."

"Ghost feelings?"

"I'm not denying that there were... feelings of some sorts between us once before," Kyra admitted curtly. "But whatever they were doesn't matter. They're dead. Long gone. Buried."

"This is the Other World, my dear Kyra." He waved a hand like her point was nothing. "The dead doesn't always stay dead."

That only seemed to get her heckles rising.

How could he forget? Eros and Kyra didn't get along. Although saying that, Kyra didn't seem to get along with anything that reminded her of him.

"Your friend was always a cheat," She remarked hotly. "One person breaking the rules isn't an umbrella for everything. Dead, Ares. Dead as a doornail."

"Whatever you say."

"And you can't just do that."

"Can't just do what?"

"That." She stabbed an accusing finger into the air. "You can't just barge into my life and bend it to your will. It's my life. You don't control me anymore. So the next time you decide to portal jump me from one realm to another without permission and an appropriate heads up, I'll break your face."

His face twitched from the memory of recent pain. Apparently, his long-lost lover had quite the swing on her. Atta girl.

"So the nose bashing wasn't enough for you?"

"I've always wanted to do that."

"Oh of course, I spend a thousand years mourning your absence and you spend the same time thinking of all the ways you can bring me pain."

What had he hoped for? He'd known from the minute he let her go that this time would pan out very differently for the two of them. But maybe... well, he'd just hoped that she might've missed him from time to time too.