ARES' POV

I sat in the backseat of the black Mercedes, fingers clenched into a tight fist on my lap. The air in the car was thick, suffocating almost, as I replayed the scene from earlier—over and over again.

That damned image.

Sebastian’s arm wrapped around Noah.

Little Leister

The protective, almost possessive way Sebastian held him. My jaw clenched. He had no right. No one did.

How dare he let someone touch him like that?

A low growl vibrated in my throat as I leaned back against ...