"NO!" The dull sound of the blow, followed by Clio's pained yelp, sent a bolt of ice through Will's chest. His knuckles were white, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly it sent a creeping ache through his injured fingers.
"She's Ares' sister, Sheriff!" The words burst from him in a furious rush. "You remember Ares, you know what he's like. He couldn't give two shits about me, but he protects his family. He'll look for her, he'll come after you, it's not worth it." Will scarcely knew what he was saying, let alone if it held the slightest shred of truth. He'd never even met Ares. But the Sheriff had, the once, and if he was willing to hurt an innocent, maybe he'd be less willing to bring the wrath of the war god down on his head a second time. Will had to hope.