Luna was sitting on the bed, and Peitho was by the window, her back to the room. When she turned she looked at her husband, her expression stormy. "Tell Hermes what you told me."
Luna rubbed her hands together, covering the scraped knuckles with her other hands. They were starting to go slightly darker where the bruises would appear properly tomorrow. "While you were all out there," she said, looking down and not at either of her masters, "Ares came in here. He threatened me. Said he wanted-" She paused. "I went against him at the symposium, and he hasn't forgotten."