"She did not "leave me high and dry", you little shit," Ares spat, reaching out for a handful of Apollo's jacket. "She loves me before all others. We're getting married again. Whereas you, with your fuckboy ways, I'm not having you taint my blood with your philandering cock and teaching her to be a part of your brothel. You can back the fuck off."
Marcie felt a jolt when Ares referred to her as his. It was the first time she'd heard him say anything close to claiming her as his own. She looked up at Melpomene, startled by the silent appearance of the Muse. "Does this happen a lot?" she asked. "Is Ares defending my honour?"