Orion’s POV
If looks could kill, I’d have been six feet under by now.
No kidding. The glare Amanda was giving me was the kind of thing that could strip bark off a tree. Her hazel eyes had sharpened into blades, her lips pressed tight as though she was holding back a torrent of fire—and considering she was mated to me, maybe she was.
The only thing saving me from a flying vase—or whatever object her hand could have reached—was the fact that I was holding our baby.
Yes. My shield, my lifeline, my sweet little Owen, tucked safely in my arms, squirming and cooing with the innocence of someone who had no idea his parents were in the middle of another ‘discussion’.
God help me if I’d walked into this room empty-handed.
Amanda scared me sometimes. Not in the way hunters did, or even feral w
