That day, Vincent came home early.
He'd settled the territory dispute a full day ahead of schedule. He hadn't sent me a mind link. He wanted it to be a surprise.
He pushed the front door open and stepped into a quiet, empty living room.
Then he heard something coming from the bedroom. Something that didn't belong.
At first, he figured I was watching a movie. A grin tugged at his mouth as he walked down the hall, one hand already rising to knock.
Then he heard a man's guttural groan leaking through the door. Beneath it, my voice, broken into breathless, stuttering moans that I'd clearly been trying—and failing—to hold back.
Those sounds... He knew them too well.
Every drop of color drained from Vincent's face.
His hand froze against the door. His knuckles went white, and a violent t
