''Ares, you can call me Ares, princess,'' the man smirked, interrupting Rafael whose face darkened by a shade, ''Ares Wolfe,'' he extended a hand towards Amara.
But before Amara could take his hand, his hand was slapped away.
This time, however, Rafael was pleased with the outcome but he wasn't the one responsible for it.
''More like a pervert instead,'' a soft voice deadpanned.
Everyone turned to look at Sybella who had just arrived. Her pale features looked ashened at this point as she glared at Ares like he was a deadpan.
''Oh, the stripper...''
Before he could go all the way, Sybella fisted his hair and tugged it hard, ''Say it again and see if I rip it off your head.''
Both Amara and Leah had delayed responses. It took them a while before they scrambled off their seats to detach Sybella from the man.
Even Rafael moved in a panic.
