RAFE’S POV:
The air in the narrow corridor grew heavy, saturated with the scent of Jalen’s fear and the scorched-earth heat of my own rage. I felt Maya behind me. She was trembling badly, her fingers clutching my shirt so hard I could almost feel the tension of her knuckles against my spine.
That touch was the only thing keeping me from tearing my brother’s throat out right here on the deck. The fact that he had still tried to touch her burned horribly through my veins. He believed my threats were empty.
Jalen spat onto the metal floor, his eyes darting between me and Maya. He was trying to project strength, but his scent gave him away; he smelled like a f*****g coward.
“Take your b***h and go home, Rafe,” Jalen hissed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He tried to straighten
