She clearly spent the night somewhere, and it sure as hell wasn’t here, in my bed—where she was supposed to be. “Where have you been?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm. “Ares.” She lifts her hand to her chest. “You’re up early.” I stare her down, trying to keep her from realizing how angry I am. “I asked you a question.” She frowns at me and tries to walk past me, but I grab her wrist and pull her against me. “Where. Were. You?” I snap. She glares at me. “Do you have any right to ask me that after you went for dinner with my sister? Don’t be a hypocrite.” I pull her closer, until I’ve got her
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