Ares watched Nazneen in the dim light, seeing the hesitance in her bright amber eyes. He could understand if she wasn't ready to talk about it yet. Being locked for a hundred years and why it was done, couldn't be a pleasant memory and she was just recently locked again.
"You don't have to tell me," he assured.
She pressed her lips together hard and then swallowed. "I am sure you can guess that I wasn't a pleasant person."
He remained silent allowing her to continue at her pace.
"I had deep anger and resentment inside and... I took it out on the wrong people. I liked to play certain games," she smiled scornfully. "Games that made me feel good about myself. I liked to get people's attention, take their time, let them shower me with affection, and then I would leave them." Her jaw clenched.
"Why?" He whispered.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I think it made me feel... good."
He frowned.
