"Hey, Ares! I'm home!" Theon called out as he walked into the living room. He got no response.
He had just come from the club. He and Vael had a few drinks. Nothing heavy. Even though Vael had ranted nonstop about wanting to get laid, the way he looked at the club tonight seemed like he was out to kill someone. His expression was hard, and his jaw was set.
Most of the women in the club looked at him. That was usual. Vael had that effect. But none of them approached him. Theon watched it happen for an hour. Women would glance, whisper to each other, then look away. Vael just sat there, swirling his drink, not making any move.
Theon had even suggested calling on one of them. But surprisingly, Vael had said he wasn't in the mood. He had to ask whether Vael wasn't planning to get laid anymore, and Vael had given him a grumpy response.
