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... ous, careless.
Ares watched her like she was encrypted code.
Sometimes his gaze burned—sharp, assessing, almost territorial. Other times it went distant, shadowed by something she couldn’t quite name.
And then there was Scarlet.
Lara hated that her mind even formed the name.
Ares had looked at Scarlet with history in his eyes, not curiosity or temptation, but with something that wasn’t entirely dead.
History.
The kind that came with late-ni ...
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