His tone did exactly what he wanted it to do; grabbing her with that dark, delicious rush of danger as certain as if he'd grabbed her face and turned her head himself. He was brimming with power, his hand had gone from distracting to captivating, in the true sense of the word, holding her captive with his fingers, his eyes, his voice. She met his look with her own, as her chest swelled with a deep, silent breath. "Yes, Ares?"