LEILANI’S POV

I could bang my head against the wall for admitting to him that I thought he was interesting. As much as I hated Timothy’s hands on me, I hated Christina touching him more. She draped her disgusting manicured hands on his arm as if it belonged there. I had to stop myself from gagging in front of them.

By no means was I a jealous or territorial woman, but around Ares, I seemed to lose sight of the woman I had tried so hard to become. As much as I ...