"Ares," Luna said, supplying the name and frowning. "The god of war."
She put the necklace back down inside her t-shirt. She hadn't been going to tell Will about the whole Ares issue, but now she had new worse things to not tell him. "I caught him earlier in the party trying to force some scared girl into the bedroom, so I put myself between them to stop it. He damn near broke my arm." She tried to sound light about it, as though it hadn't scared her so badly she'd run away from the party to cry in a donut shop.