The stubble on his jaw caught the warm light as he exhaled sharply through his nose. There was nothing soft in him right nowโjust raw, protective instinct wrapped in Southern muscle and barely-leashed temper.He lifted his gaze slowly, voice low and rough like gravel under tires.
โYou got two choices,โ he said, the words slow and heavy with warning. โYou walk away right nowโฆ or I make you.โHis lips pressed into a grim line, fangs already itching beneath his gums.












