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And he wasn’t talking fast enough.
“What the fuck is this?” I waved the evidence. “Why do you have all this and a DVD of my house, Ares?”
But it wasn’t just my house. He had it in my house.
I wondered for how long.
Ares stared at me, his hands coming up and locking over his head. “I can explain.”
What could he explain?
How could he possibly?
This looked like he was… obsessed with me. I stepped back. “This is some stalker shit, Ares.”
“I know what it looks like—”
“This doesn’t just look it.” I threw it all in his face, all of it exploding all over the floor. The sketchbook and folder, the photos… My throat tightened. “Are you like in love with me or something?”
He blanched. Like it was really so far-fetched that I’d said such a thing. He raised his hands. “No, and if you would just calm down, I’ll tell you what all this is.”
I couldn’t calm down. I was freaked the hell out, so no. I couldn’t fucking calm down.
It was all enough for me to make a wide fucking berth around him, and when he grabbed my arm, I shoved him off me.
“You touch me again, I’ll fucking scream!” I was already screaming, and Ares looked horrified.
I think me shaking might have had something to do with it.
I was. My hands were actually trembling, and Ares backed up. It was at this point, Wells shot into the room and blinked at the pair of us.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his phone midair. A voice drifted out of it, and he must have still been on his call. I had no idea where he’d taken it if he’d missed Ares coming in here. Wells’s mouth parted. “What’s with the shouting? What’s going—”
He backed into the door when I shouldered past him, taking the opportunity. Ares and Wells were quick on my heels, but I didn’t slow down.
“Sloane, stop.”
It was Ares to speak, but I ignored him. I cut into the living room, my brother and Thatcher sitting on the floor. They had game controllers in their hands, shooting shit on the screen while Bow watched them from the couch. Dorian sat on her other side, his thumb tapping his phone, but when I came in, his head lifted.
He started to smile, but with all that shit trailing behind me, the expression was only the start of one. Ares’s and Wells’s heavy cadences stormed into the room, and when Ares asked me to slow down again, Dorian lowered his phone. He looked at me, then Ares and Wells. “Um—”
“Ask your friend,” was all I could say in explanation before ripping the controller out of my brother’s hands.
Bru glared. “What the fuck—”
“We’re leaving,” I commanded and not fucking joking. To prove the point, I snatched his keys off the floor. I started to go, but Dorian got me this time.
The dark prince got his big hands on my shoulders. “What’s going on? Why are you… What’s up?”
“Sloane.”
I cut to Ares, who’d spoken, and immediately seized up in Dorian’s hands.
Dorian noticed, appraising me. Blinking, he glanced over at his friend.
Ares cringed. “Sloane, just let me talk to you. I can explain.”
“What the fuck’s going on?” Dorian’s voice boomed in the room, and not only was my brother up, but Thatcher and Bow were too.
