Georgory's Pov
I’m not sure which part of me was angrier—the part that had watched Danny touch her hand, or the part that knew she didn’t even realize why it was driving me crazy.
As soon as we entered the room, I shut the door with a soft click that seemed too loud in the silence.
Emma flinched slightly, her wide eyes on me, clearly nervous about what was coming.
I stalked toward her, feeling the anger mix with something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Possessiveness, maybe.
Or maybe just raw frustration. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to let this slide.
Without a word, I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, staring at her.
Her eyes flickered with confusion, and she took a small step back, biting her lower lip. The sight of her nervous, unsure, only made that k
