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CHAPTER 9

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First Person's Perspective

Salvatore’s POV

The moment the study door slammed shut behind us, I turned on Ares, my hands clenched into fists. My blood had been boiling since I saw his hand around Elena’s throat, and now that we were alone, I was done holding back.

I stepped forward, my voice deadly quiet. “What the hell was that?”

Ares stood stiffly, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw locked. He didn’t look guilty. He didn’t look sorry. If anything, he looked irritated that I was questioning him.

“She was out of line—”

My patience snapped. I cut him off, stepping even closer until we were nearly chest to chest. “Out of line?” My voice was sharp, each word laced with anger. “She thanked you. Politely asked you not to involve me next time. And your response was to choke her half to death?”

Ares’s eyes darkened. “She doesn’t get to tell me what to do.”

I let out a cold, humorless laugh. “No, but I do.” I pushed my finger against his chest, forcing him to meet my gaze. “And unless I’m mist
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