"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER."
The voice that cut through the air was cold as winter steel and sharp enough to draw blood.
Grayson stood at the pavilion's entrance, his blue eyes blazing with an inhuman fury that made the air around him shimmer.
But this wasn't the gentle, romantic man from their endless honeymoon. This was something primal and dangerous, something that had been unleashed by the sight of another creature touching what belonged to him.
"Grayson," Mailah breathed, and the relief in her voice was so profound it was almost a sob.
The sound of his name on her tongue seemed to anchor something in him. For just a moment, his blazing gaze shifted to her, and she saw a flicker of concern in his eyes. But when his attention returned to Kieran, the fury blazed brighter than before.
