Thomas' POV
"Well, I'm Charlie. And who might you be? Another one of Ares' little...friends?" The skinny, man-eyeing bitch says to me. Ares tenses behind me but I settle a hand to his leg and his body instantly relaxes. I've been dealing with jealousy all my life, this fake ass little girl won't scare me away.
"Oh I'm his Bond. What's the term for your species, babe?" I ask Ares, turning towards him with mock kindness in my tone, not matching my icy gaze at all.
"It's called a Lock, kitten." He tells me the amusement in his eyes making my lips twitch. I quickly turn back to little miss annoyance with a smile.
"As I was saying, I'm his Lock. And you are.....his old trash that still washes up on the beach, I assume. Charity, was it?" I ask, my tone sugar sweet and my hand settles nicely on Ares' thigh. Her tiny face turns red with anger and it only makes me smile wider.
"You little bi-"
