At the mention of Ares' name, Marcie's guts froze up. Her hold on Kaden tightened a little. What did she even say to that? But she didn't want to discourage Kaden from opening up. This was the important stuff, the dark wound right at the centre.
"I hate him," she whispered back. "He's no blood of mine." She remembered the fear in Kaden's voice when he'd ended the call, and how scared she'd been, waiting and waiting to see what had happened. And then Ares gloating over his supposed death- She felt a bit sick.