Luna reached up to rub at her neck with a sigh and it was when she lifted her head again that she saw Ares, sitting at one of the other tables. He was watching her in the way she'd seen too many men watch her. The look said I'm having you, and you don't get a say in that.
She tightened her grip around her glass and kept her own eyes leveled on him. There was terror coursing through her veins, but he couldn't hurt her in here. She just had to remember that. In this room, she was safe.
(Not 'couldn't', Luna's own voice said. He's not supposed to hurt anyone in here, but nothing stops it.)