Ares||
As I paced my chambers, the rage simmering just beneath the surface threatened to boil over.
Asher had barged in, demanding to spend time with Phoenix, as if he had any right to dictate where she could be or who she could be with.
Yes, he had claimed her first, but that didn’t give him ownership over her.
I strode to the cabinet in the corner and pulled out a bottle of wine. The rich, red liquid was the only thing that seemed to calm my nerves these days. Pouring myself a generous glass, I took a long, deep drink, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat.
Why did Asher always have to make everything about him? Couldn’t he see that Phoenix was her own person, capable of making her own decisions? Or was he too blinded by his infatuation to realize that?
I took another drink,
