You can’t stop it

Ares didn’t feel himself breathe.

He didn’t feel his feet touch the ground as he rushed down the aisle of the outdoor wedding, his pulse hammering so loudly it drowned out the soft classical music floating from the live quartet.

His vision tunneled, straight toward Tessa standing beside Marcus.

The officiant was mid sentence. Guests were whispering, confused, startled, scandalized. The air smelled of roses, champagne, and the metallic scent of Ares’ rage.

Tessa ...