"Fennec," Ryker"s voice was a low rumble, the sound of thunder promising a storm. "Watching you dance with other men made me feel murderous." His words were a confession spoken with the ease of someone discussing the weather.
I took a step back, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Murderous?" I repeated, the word feeling like a stone on my tongue.
His eyes narrowed, and I could see the flicker of something dangerous in their depths. "Yes," he said, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet. "Seeing their hands on you, their smiles as they believe they have a chance… it makes me want to show them their place. To show you yours."
The threat in his words was unmistakable, and it sent a tremor of fear through me. "Ryker, I don"t belong to you or anyone else," I said, my voice steady despite the q
