The spell was broken when he pushed her away and Aphrodite let her hand quickly fall to the side. Her Ares would not have done this. And although she believed he was somehow that very god she simply could not accept him as hers. Not just yet. His reactions to her were far too different. Nowhere near as familiar as that of her lover. Although Ares had been, in the past, hard to predict Aphrodite could give it a fair go. And that just was not happening here.
“And I am coming with you,” she replied stubbornly as she followed him.
Of course, she couldn’t help but pick up his jacket as they walked by. She didn’t hand it back just yet, rather enjoying him without it, but for some reason she simply liked holding it. Something strangely comforting about it. But she refused to let him comment on that simple thing. She held her chin high and kept her gaze steady. She would not be talked out of going with him. What if he went and found out the answers and then never came to tell her? Sure she would go off and find out for herself but it seemed better to stay with him. Mostly because she wasn’t sure she really did trust him even if that wasn’t the most clear of logic.