“Pray tell mutt,” Ethan spoke in a measured resonant growl, stopping right in front of Higan. “Why shouldn't I end your misfortune-stricken life right now?“
Higan’s shoulders twitched, his fingers flexing like he was considering something reckless. Then the groans got louder. I frowned, darting my gaze toward the source of the sound.
I couldn't feel it myself but I knew somehow. Perhaps from the way my body hummed, or from the growing urge to touch Ethan, I knew. It was another pulse of authority.
Higan’s breath hitched, and I watched, stunned, enthralled, terrified, as the weight of Ethan’s presence pressed him lower. I sucked in a shallow breath, my gaze darting from one to the other.
“That's your defense? More thoughtless recklessness?“ Ethan mocked.
I couldn't see the face he was
