Sir Ares, Goodnight

Zayne stood, the ache in his bones having him suck in a cold breath.

Folding his sleeves, he found his forearm littered with bruises and a long scratch, most likely from someone's fingernail.

Zayne stared suspiciously at Josephine. "Did you take it out of me when I was drunk?"

Josephine was a little guilty. "Don't accuse me of something I didn't do. You were the one who went into the bar and got beaten up by the boss for mooching. I was the good person who brought you back." "What about this scratch, then?" Zayne's gaze fell on Josephine's long nails.

Josephine stared at the long scratch with a secretive glance. She had no idea whether the shocking wound was left behind when she hit him last night, or when he rolled vigorously around the bed.

"I may have accidentally scratched you when I dragged you back," Josephine said.

Zayne scratched the back of his head. "You dragged me back? Why don't I remember anything?"

"You were wasted."

Remembering why he went to the bar to drink himself silly in the first place, Zayne's face turned sullen.

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need to hide his feelings in front

grip his hair while heartbroken

times to Jay, followed by

at her, stunned. "You've got to be

night apologizing. I was upset as well, but I know that you didn't mean it and that it was an accident. Rather than stewing

out of his

get my act together. I have

was still so young. She dared not imagine what would happen

Robbie, Josephine found herself worried

loved

Did my brother not give you

like Jay to let Zayne go with all limbs still intact. Especially not the Jay Ares now whose ruthlessness surpassed the person he was

with his lack of caution against Josephine, the words came out of his mouth before he even

Josephine's pupils contracted.