I stalked out of my office, Blaire's wrist in my palm, hell-bent on diminishing the problem. If I could have found the bastard, I would have ripped his throat out, probably with some struggle considering he was a dragon, but that wasn't the case.
I had no idea where he was, or if he was alone, and marking her would be the next best thing. If my scent was on her, it'd deter him from marking her himself. No one wanted to mess around with a woman that held the scent of another man.
Blaire struggled to keep up with my long strides, but I couldn't help it, my entire body felt on edge. My wolf howled and turned circles in anticipation of being with her. Stephanie emerged from her office, halting me. "Is everything okay?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Have you found anything concerning Bree?"
