Aries had always known she would eventually have to make sacrifices for the greater good. She only needed to know when she would pull out that card at the perfect time.
Tonight was the night she pulled out that card.
Turning her head to where Joaquin was sleeping, she spat out of the bed. She wiped her lips in disgust, almost with the intention of wiping her lips completely. Although she managed to knock him out after pricking him over his hairline from his nape, the disgusting taste of alcohol and cigar filled her mouth.
Abel was also a person who had bad habits, but she was never this disgusted by the taste. Well, Aries was aware of the reason. Joaquin's existence already turned her stomach and every physical contact or simply being around him felt like she was standing next to human waste.
