Chapter 116 Too Little, Too Late

ARES'S POV

The laptop sat on a pillow between us like something that might go off, and by ten o'clock it basically had.

"Sixty-two percent reporting," Ethan said.

"I know. I can read."

"I'm narrating for moral support."

"Your moral support sounds like a stock ticker."

"It's the only register I've g...