Ares’s gaze drops to our joined hands, and he narrows his eyes. “Let go of my wife,” he warns, his tone unyielding. Sierra stares him down. “She was mine before she was ever yours. You wanna fight me, Bro? Who do you think she’ll back?” I pull my hand out of hers and shake my head as I walk over to Ares, who instantly grabs both of my hands, holding them in his as he smirks at his sister.
