Luna had been walking across the back of the room towards the kitchen when the poetry was going on. When she heard Ares say her name, Luna's whole body went stiff and she turned to look.
You fucking prick, said her internal monologue. You fucking prick, You fucking prick
Before their encounter tonight she'd met Ares only once before, when Peitho had refused to let the war god borrow her because she was needed. After tonight, she didn't think that first meeting was going to be how he remembered her.
Wow, Luna thought, ears and cheeks hot, as she poured herself a tall glass of wine from the bottle, her back to the revelers. And here I thought I didn't have the ability to be mortified anymore.
She also thought, maybe foolishly, that this might be the only revenge Ares would take for her transgression.