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I know she’s telling the truth. And I swear I’m not judging her. I’m just jealous and that makes me want to kick my brother and Lev’s asses.

“Don’t even fucking talk to me until you’ve cleaned Lev’s jizz from your face.”

She rears back, as if I had slapped her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I know how that sounded. Like I’m the worst asshole in the entire world and, right now, I feel like one. I know I have no right to speak to Zara that way, or to judge her. The crazy thing? It isn’t even seeing her having a threesome with them that’s the problem. It’s how she trusted them. How abandoned she was in their arms. How she did something so intimate with Lev.

Is it because she has deeper feelings than she has for me?

“Apologize to her.” Chance demands.

He’s put his underwear and jeans back on and he’s staring at me with his fists clenched as if he were fighting the urge to hit me.

I want to say I’m sorry. Because I am sorry. But I’m still too angry.

“Fuck this shit. You two are on your own. I’m out of here.”

I storm out of Lev’s house, walking to Olivia’s car in long, furious strides. I stop when Zara runs after me.

“Ares, wait!”

Chapter 23

The Truth Will Set You Free

ZARA

Ares’s shoulders are tense as he stops with his back to me.

I don’t need to see his face to know how he looks right now. I’ve seen him angry, furious, before.

Out of all the things I should pay attention to right now, I notice that the car he’s just unlocked isn’t his jeep.

“Ares.” I repeat, but this time my voice is barely above a whisper.

He doesn’t turn to look at me, but at least he speaks to me. “What?”

“Please, look at me.”

When he does, the pain in his eyes hits me harder than if I had been slapped. I know Ares would never hit me, but somehow that look is more painful than a thousand strikes.

Betrayal.

That’s the emotion that turns Ares’s silver eyes into a dark slate gray. His chiseled jaw is ticking, the muscle in it jumping as he grinds his teeth.

His fists are clenched at his sides, so tight that his knuckles are white. “What do you want, Zara?”

I want you to hug me and kiss me. I want you to understand that I love you, but I love them, too.

I don’t say any of it out loud. This is not the time or place. “What you saw…” I begin, but I stop when his scowl deepens.

“What?” he laughs when the words fade into my mouth. It’s a harsh, mirthless sound. “It wasn’t what it looked like?”

My tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth and all I can do is to shake my head.

“Good.” His mouth flattens into a hard line. “Because I don’t know what kind of spin you could put in what I just witnessed other than you letting my brother and Lev use you like their own personal fuck toy.”

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, but it almost stops at his words. I was distraught, worried about hurting Ares’s feelings, but that emotion is quickly replaced by anger.