Chapter 32
Well, he intended more than passively staying behind. Ryder swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his hand rose to bring that awful card closer to his line of vision. “Skye—”
I had a nearly overwhelming urge to c***k a joke, anything to lighten the emptiness inside me. But, for the first time in my life, I couldn’t think of a single thing that tickled my funny bone.
Instead, I lunged forward, juggling both cages into one hand so I could grab my mate’s fist and slam it back against his side. “Don’t you dare,” I ground out.
Those expressive eyebrows winged upward. The action that had felt lupine and strong when I initiated it now reminded me more of a rabbit running straight into a wolf’s open jaws. Our imbalance of strength was very obvious as Ryder’s muscles flexed beneath
