I run my fingers through my hair. "She is."
He comes around my desk and falls into a chair. "Then why the hell won't you use her? Tova can't stay with him. He's sick in the head. He'll break her and then kill her, just because he enjoys it! Perhaps you'd understand if it were you who lost a f*****g finger just because!" Eric roars, waving his right hand from which Ronan had carved out his middle finger and sent to me.
"I will kill him for what he did to you," I promise, anger making my ears ring. "But now is not the time to act irrationally."
"Irrationally?" Eric blinks at me. "You're f*****g Ronan's b***h? Is that why you won't make the exchange?"
I bare my teeth in a feral growl that has him blanching. "You will not speak of her in that manner! She is my mate!"
"Tova is our family a
