Chapter 95

Lily shivered, absently rubbing her hands over her bare arms. The chill in the air had nothing to do with the rawd spring breeze and everything to do with the very large, very annoyed werewolf stalking silently behind her. Not that she was about to apologize. She hadn’t asked for his interference. And she most certainly didn’t ask to be treated like a helpless bimbo who had to be tucked away in a safe lair while Rhye played superhero. She was the one who 

Francisco had harmed and tormented her for years, using her blood to regain his power. She was the one who had dreamed night after night of ripping out the demon’s throat. She was the one who’d tracked the bastard to this neighbourhood. This was her fight, and by God, she was going to see it to the bitter end. And her wicked reaction to his protective instincts had nothing at all to do with the fear that the stunning pleasure she’d felt in Rhye’s arms had given him a power over her that was as ruthless and eternal as Rhye himse