"Don't rip it," Jamie ground out from between gritted teeth, his fingers curled tightly around Ares' wrists. The regular creases were bad enough already, now with his shirt being bunched up in the other god's hands, the threat about being thrown off the balcony didn't even register.
He glared up at the Greek, stared right at him and into emptiness. "Where did you go?" Sinews shifted in his grip, pulling fabric tight against his neck.