Ezekiel
"If you take one more step, brother, I'll slit her throat."
I freeze, every muscle in my body locked. Daphne is quivering in his grasp, her neck inches from his claws. One wrong move, and I'll lose her.
Asher tightens his grip on Daphne, his claws digging just enough to draw a thin line of blood at her throat. His grin is all teeth, cruel and triumphant. "Look at you, brother. All that power, all that rage, and yet here you stand, shaking like a boy again."
"Let her go." I hiss. Every muscle in my body is coiled, trembling with restraint. "It's me you want."
"Of course it is." He speaks in a hushed tone, his head c****d to one side, as he sizes me up. "But why settle for one prize when I can take everything you care about?" He leans close to Daphne, inhaling her scent like it
