Damien's POV
I bent down and slipped an arm beneath Rory’s knees and another under her back. Her body was light but burning hot, shaking as though every nerve in her skin had been set on fire.
Jaxon’s hand shot out as I lifted her. “Put her down. She needs me not you.”
I cut him a glare that silenced him before the words even finished leaving his mouth. My eyes bored into his until he dropped his hand. His chest rose and fell in sharp bursts in anger barely restrained.
“Try me,” I said flatly. “See how fast I put you through that wall.”
I shifted Rory against my chest and walked past him without another word.
Her scent clung to me, intoxicating even as I forced myself to remain stone-cold. Her breath hitched faintly against my neck, her lips parting, but I kept my eyes straight ahea
