"No," Luna said, sudden and firm at his request to fetch the goddess for him. Luna knew, logically, from what she'd read and what she knew, that Makaria was an ancient as any of them but... she'd seen the goddess that night. Seen the genuine confusion and innocence in her eyes, seen the fear in her body language. Luna wasn't about to help Ares hurt her, at the cost of her own life. Not a chance.
"I'm not collecting you someone else." She lifted her chin, all false bravado. "If you wanna fuck me, wanna hurt me... fine. Let's do this. You can put me in my place."