AYLA’S POV
“I said, how long have you been following me, Ares?” I repeated, ignoring the hard set of his jaw.
“A while,” he finally replied.
“Define awhile. A day, two days, a month?”
Ares brought his beer to his lips, cringing as he took a sip. I waited patiently. Seeing that I wasn’t going to let up, he set his beer down and sighed. “A few years.”
My eyes widened. “How many?”
“How old are you?”
“You know how old I am, asshole.”
“Then that long.”
I paused. “Twenty-one…years?”
“Give or take a few years. I first met you when you were young.”
“First met me? You met me before?”
He stood. “We’re not discussing this here. Or ever.”
I grabbed his wrist. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He looked down at my hand angrily. “I’m here to help you. Questioning me will get you nowhere. Just
