Chapter 17

Hera.

My eyes opened slowly, a throbbing headache welcoming me back to reality instead. I groaned, closing my eyes hard and gritted my teeth. I turned around on the bed and collided with a hard, warm wall.

My eyes opened.

No. Not a wall. I collided into Ares. My husband.

I bit my lower lip, shifting backwards a bit to create some space between us, and then I sat up on the bed, watching him. His upper half was naked, and I wondered if his lower half was.

I shouldn't be wondering those things too.

I licked my dry lips and got out of bed, running my hands through my rough hair. It was still in it's braid, but my coily strands were already sticking out.

I walked to the vanity and picked up an hair comb. I quickly loosened the braid and gently ran the comb through my hair from the ends to the roots. It was still sticking out in different places, but less.

I doubted an hair wash would make it look neat. And I didn't exactly know how to take care of my hair the way Ariana did