Chapter 287

Her eyes, brilliant sapphires, were haunted, shadows in the paleness of her face. Strain. It amazed him how strong she was. There was no telepathic spillage, no way for anyone with telepathic ability other than he, or her best friend, to tell she was in distress. He could see the fledging controlling his anger. But for what?

And then he saw the man beside her lean forward, look into her eyes, raw longing on his face, desire in his eyes.

“I will come with you. The vampire won’t be needed.” He suggested, and his hand moved from her thigh to rest just above her knee.

Aiden saw red.

At once the pain in Freya’s head increased, crushing at her skull, stabbing at her behind her eyes. She jerked her leg out from under Kyran’s hand. Demons leaped, raged, burst free. Never had Aiden felt such terrible fury, not even when he had known that the wolf boy had slept with Emma.

It rushed over him, claimed him, became him. That someone could hurt her like that, so casua