Thomas' POV
I tighten my hold around the man that saved my life, our bodies cuddled together against the wall as Ares' eyes begin to trail my body.
I go tense as his pretty gray eyes darken into storm clouds as he takes in my torn and sullied clothing. I hold my breath when his nostrils flare in pure anger at my bare body below the waist.
My whimpers start up again, but not in fear but in agony of knowing that Ares has seen the way I've been dirtied and stained by another man.
How I've been broken and worn down.
